Dear Barren Woman

Like a stream in a wasteland,
Life will flow to you.
Like the basket in the river, a Moses will come from you.
A deliverer will be born.
You are set free from the famine of your inner-land.
Even now your well is being filled,
And you will blossom.
Your soil is no longer dry,
Therefore your tree will bear fruits.
Your land has been redeemed;
It will flourish like the garden where
A farmer plants and reaps.
Sing, Oh barren woman, sing!

Scripture Support: Isaiah 54:1 “Sing, barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy, you who were never in labor; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband,”

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