Song # 1422.1 from Our Gospel In Song Collection by Col Johnston. The Book of Isaiah tells us in chapter 18, about the prophecy against Cush - a Hebrew term for parts of what are now Ethiopia and Sudan.
Woe to the land of locusts along the rivers of Cush, which sends envoys by sea in papyrus boats over the water (Isaiah 18:1). Go, swift messengers, to a people tall and smooth-skinned, to a people feared far and wide, an aggressive nation of strange speech, whose land is divided by rivers (Isaiah 18:2). All you people of the world, you who live on earth, when a banner is raised on the mountains, you will see it, and when a trumpet sounds, you will hear it (Isaiah 18:3). This is what the Lord says to me “I will remain quiet and will look on from my dwelling-place, like shimmering heat in the sunshine, like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest” (Isaiah 18:4). For, before the harvest, when the blossom is gone, and the flower becomes a ripening grape, He will cut off the shoots with pruning knives, and cut down and take away the spreading branches (Isaiah 18:5). They will be left to the mountain birds of prey and to the wild animals, the birds will feed on them all summer, the wild animals all winter (Isaiah 18:6).
Thought for today: trust in God today, and prepare for your tomorrow.
Thought for the future: no-one is more secure than those in God’s hands. Where will you spend your eternity?