Папулярныя біблейскія вершы з Isaiah 64

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For since the world began, no ear has heard and no eye has seen a God like you, who works for those who wait for him!

And yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand.

We are all infected and impure with sin. When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags. Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall, and our sins sweep us away like the wind.