In Suffering, Who Will Comfort?
When God's presence seems hidden and Jerusalem lies in ruins, how does the suffering believer cry out to the Father who never truly leaves?
As when fire kindles brushwood,And fire makes water boil—To make Your name known to Your adversariesSo that nations will tremble at Your Presence, When You did wonders we dared not hope for,You came downAnd mountains quaked before You. Such things had never been heard or noted.No eye has seen [them], O God, but You,Who act for those who trust in You. Yet You have struck those who would gladly do justice,And remember You in Your ways.It is because You are angry that we have sinned;We have been steeped in them from of old,And can we be saved? We have all become like an impure thing,And all our virtues like a filthy rag.We are all withering like leaves,And our iniquities, like a wind, carry us off. Yet no one invokes Your name,Rouses themselves to cling to You.For You have hidden Your face from us,And made us melt because of our iniquities. But now, O ETERNAL One, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You are the Potter,We are all the work of Your hands. Be not implacably angry, O ETERNAL One,Do not remember iniquity forever.Oh, look down to Your people, to us all! Your holy cities have become a desert:Zion has become a desert,Jerusalem a desolation. Our holy temple, our pride,Where our ancestors praised You,Has been consumed by fire:And all that was dear to us is ruined. At such things will You restrain Yourself, O ETERNAL One,Will You stand idly by and let us suffer so heavily?
Isaiah 64 is one of Scripture's most heart‑broken prayers. The remnant in (or after) exile confesses their sin, laments the destruction of the temple, and yet — in the same breath — calls God 'Our Father' and 'the Potter.' Suffering and comfort meet here in a single, raw sentence: 'You are our Father.'