He labours over jot and tittle
With deft and tender care and skill—
A scribe who knows to err a little,
(One tiny false stroke from his quill)
Could compromise the truth’s transmittal
And lead to greater errors still.
When satisfied he rolls and seals it—
Transcription of Isaiah’s scroll;
He finds a cave and there conceals it,
A neat and compact leather roll,
Stored in a jar that safely shields it
From Qumran’s heat and bitter cold.
Two thousand years go fleeting by
Much of Isaiah’s words fulfilled—
Messiah came, was crucified—
The nation’s waiting for Him still
Just as the prophet prophesied
Who clear foretold the Father’s will.
Could this be God? Would He employ
A find like this to interject?—
A simple Bedouin shepherd boy
Should stumble on Isaiah’s text—
Did God in ages past deploy
This scroll that has the ‘wise’ perplexed?
This scroll, two thousand years in age
Concurs with Scriptures still in use—
‘Enlightened critics’ are upstaged
Who would this prophecy refuse,
Unearthed at a most crucial stage—
The land again, home to the Jews.
For saints a mighty boost to faith
This scribe of old could not foresee,
God uses to authenticate
His inspired truth, His guarantee—
This manuscript discovered late
Is witness to humanity.
No jot or tittle ever fails
All God has said will come to be;
Though years may pass His truth prevails
From Qumran to eternity—
His Word contains the truth’s details,
His manuscript of certainty.
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