Integrity is the loincloth around his waist.
Faithfulness the belt around his hips.
The poetry of Isaiah during Advent is sweet to the taste.
The cup comes easily to the lips.

This voice from the eighth century BC.
We who walk in darkness can see his great light.
In the light we stand in his shadow’s lea.
After nearly three thousand years his verse glows bright.

The wolf lies down with the lamb.
The panther lies down with the kid.
When we read these his words how can we say we don’t give a damn.
He inspires, does not forbid.

So we return to that word integrity.
What do we personally want to leave to posterity.