Isaiah 61:1-4
“Crown”
When strands of hair fall into my face
And my fingertips brush against swelling eyes
Where darkness hovers over all—
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me.
When I think of the one who emptied himself,
King of Kings!
With a twisted crown placed on top of his head,
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me.
When my reflection shines to reveal,
A crown of garland!
Fashioned out of grace, engraved in love
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me.
I am anointed with the oil of gladness
Instead of mourning,
I put on the cloak of praise
Instead of a disheartened spirit.
Where there is ruin, rebuild.
Where there is devastation, raise up.
Where there is good news, proclaim
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me.
How do you sense the Spirit of the Lord is upon you in this season?