Lord, Open My Hands to You and I Will Let Go

Remember your creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come, and the years draw near when you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; Ecclesiastes 12:1

Bel bows down, Nebo stoops, their idols are on beasts and cattle; these things you carry are loaded as burdens on weary animals.
They stoop, they bow down together; they cannot save the burden, but themselves go into captivity.
Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have borne by me from your birth, carried in the womb; even to your old age I am he, even when you turn gray I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.
To whom will you liken me and make me equal, and compare me, as though we were alike?
Those who lavish gold from the purse, and weigh out silver in the scales – they hire a goldsmith, who makes it into a god; then they fall down and worship!
They lift it to their shoulders, they carry, they set it in its place, and it stands there; It cannot move from its place. If one cries out to it, it does not answer or save anyone from trouble.
Remember this and consider, recall it to mind, you transgressors, remember the former things of old; for I am God, and there is no one like me.
Isaiah 46: 1-9

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