Where rebellion leaves ashes, Jehovah plants a world of joy.

Even in ashes, Zion is not abandoned; she is clay in the hands of her Redeemer.

They will be called big trees of righteousness, the planting of Jehovah.

I reside in the high and holy place, but also with those crushed and lowly in spirit.

I wasted away— and yet still I listened.

The fire that purifies and the fire that consumes are the same flame. The ax awaits where arrogance flourishes.

A coal touched his lips, and a warning touched the world.

When light is rejected, what is chosen—is the darkness.

Every descent into ruin begins with forgetting who we are.

Love is timeless, as are its letters