High and lofty, sitting on a throne -
Isaiah’s vision of You captures our imaginations.
Seraphs flying and calling out to one another. Thresholds shaking at the sounds of their voices. May we join the seraphs’ call - holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of Your glory.
The whole earth is indeed full of Your presence as You overwhelm our senses and as the hem of Your robe fills our spaces. May we join Isaiah’s confession - woe is me! I am lost, yet my eyes have seen the Lord of hosts!
Touch our lips with Your cleansing fire. Blot out our sins, so we may hear and respond to Your invitation - who will go for us?
Here we are; send us.
Amen.