Isaiah 40

Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Prepare ye the way of Yah
Make straight in the desert
A highway for our Elohim
Let every valley be lifted up
Every mountain be made low
Let the crooked places be made straight
And let nothing stand in the way
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Who has measured the waters up above
And the waters here below
Counted the dust of the earth
In the palm of His hands
What are the nations when compared
To the One who sits enthroned?
All flesh is grass and it’s glory must fade
Only Your word will remain
When the Ruach will blow the flowers will fade
And all the grass
Will wither away
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
So prepare ye the way of Yah
Make straight in the desert
A highway for our Elohim
Let every valley be lifted up
Every mountain be made low
Let the crooked places be made straight
And let nothing stand in the way
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Behold our Elohim, He will come
With healing in His wings
And the old will be young again
And the lame, they will run with them
So we will look to Him, He’s the One
We’ve been waiting for, to come
Like the rain
Come again
And the glory of Yah, will be revealed
And all flesh will see it
Let the glory of Yah, be revealed
That all flesh may see it
Let the glory of Yah, cover the earth
Like the waters cover the sea
Let the glory of Yah, be revealed
That all flesh may see it
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people
Comfort ye
Comfort ye My people