In those days John the Baptist came, preaching in the wilderness of Judea and saying, “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.” This is he who was spoken of through the prophet Isaiah: “A voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.’”-Matthew 3:1-3 (Isaiah 40:3)
The Voice of One Crying in the Wilderness
Then my head began to nod.
Yes, looking back, I can see
The boy this man used to be.
Though He liked games and every sport.
He was gentle, kind and good
Obeyed His mother, worked with wood.
The One God promised Abraham
I shouldn’t even tie His shoe
But God sent me to shout to you.
Messiah stands in front of me.
This is Him—the Son of God—
Walking here on muddy sod.
The words He speaks: hold each one dear.
His days are numbered here on earth
You are what His life is worth.
This one you’ll spit on, say He’s weak.
Oh Son of God, my cousin, friend
My life is Yours until the end.