Isaiah 64

Can We Be Saved? ^1-7Oh, that you would rip open the heavens and descend, make the mountains shudder at your presence—
As when a forest catches fire,
   as when fire makes a pot to boil—
To shock your enemies into facing you,
   make the nations shake in their boots!
You did terrible things we never expected,
   descended and made the mountains shudder at your presence.
Since before time began
   no one has ever imagined,
No ear heard, no eye seen, a God like you
   who works for those who wait for him.
You meet those who happily do what is right,
   who keep a good memory of the way you work.
But how angry you've been with us!
   We've sinned and kept at it so long!
   Is there any hope for us? Can we be saved?
We're all sin-infected, sin-contaminated.
   Our best efforts are grease-stained rags.
We dry up like autumn leaves—
   sin-dried, we're blown off by the wind.
No one prays to you
   or makes the effort to reach out to you
Because you've turned away from us,
   left us to stew in our sins.

^8-12Still, God, you are our Father.
   We're the clay and you're our potter:
   All of us are what you made us.
Don't be too angry with us, O God.
   Don't keep a permanent account of wrongdoing.
   Keep in mind, please, we are your people—all of us.
Your holy cities are all ghost towns:
   Zion's a ghost town,
   Jerusalem's a field of weeds.
Our holy and beautiful Temple,
   which our ancestors filled with your praises,
Was burned down by fire,
   all our lovely parks and gardens in ruins.
In the face of all this,
   are you going to sit there unmoved, God?
Aren't you going to say something?
   Haven't you made us miserable long enough?