Isa. {6:5} Then said I, Woe [is] me! for I am undone; because
I [am] a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a
people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King,
the LORD of hosts. {6:6} Then flew one of the seraphims
unto me, having a live coal in his hand, [which] he had
taken with the tongs from off the altar: {6:7} And he laid
[it] upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips;
and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged. {6:8}
Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I
send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here [am] I; send
me.
Aren't we all people with unclean lips?
Don't we all dwell with people of unclean lips?
Are any of us clean?
We desire to be the Lord's even as sin reigns in and around us.
We fight against the sin in ourselves striving to resist the devil so he'll flee from us.
We cling to Jesus and beg for His mercy, His grace.
We long to be made clean by our Lord and Savior.
Isaiah knew his unclean state, knew he was not fit to be the Lord's.
One of God's angels plucked a live coal from the altar and touched Isaiah's lips with it.
Then the angel said-
'Lo, this hath touched thy lips- and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin is purged.'
The coal from the altar touched his lips.
Isaiah was lamenting the fact he was a man of unclean lips living among those with unclean lips.
He was a sinner among sinners.
His sin was taken away by the Lord's messenger with a live coal.
Purged, burned away, the unclean made cleaned.
We all need to be made clean, every one of us.
May the Lord's mercy rain down upon us. May our lips be touched by a live coal from God.
May we hear the call of the Lord and reply-- Here we are Lord, send us.
Only by the grace and mercy of the Lord can we be saved, can we be made clean.
Lord, hear our prayer as we cry out to be made clean, to be used by you.
By the mercy and grace of Jesus.
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A song based on this verse in Isaiah--
Kutless
Take me in
Take me past the outer courts
Into the Holy place
Past the brazen altar
Lord I want to see Your face
Pass me by the crowds of people
The priests who sing Your praise
I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness
But it's only found one place
Take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take me in by the blood of the Lamb
Take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am
Take me past the outer courts
Into the Holy place
Past the brazen altar
Lord I want to see Your face
Pass me by the crowds of people
The priests who sing Your praise
I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness
But it's only found one place
Take me past the outer courts
Into the Holy place
Past the brazen altar
Lord I want to see Your face
Pass me by the crowds of people
The priests who sing Your praise
I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness
But it's only found one place
Take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take me in by the blood of the Lamb
Take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am
Take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take me in by the blood of the Lamb
Take me in to the Holy of Holies
Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am
Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am
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