Console my people, the ones dear to me; speak to the heart of Jerusalem; the time of your mourning is ended now, the Lord of life will come.
A voice cries out in the wilderness; prepare a way for the Lord! A voice cries out in the wilderness; Make straight a highway for God!
A voice shouts"Cry!" O what shall i cry? All flesh is like grass and it's flowers: the grass may wither, the flower may fade, but the Word of the Lord is forever
