Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as a very little thing.
How light a thing is a drop, or dust; how little are the nations and how insignificant in His eyes.
He sees eternity in a glance. He is from everlasting to everlasting.
Everyone wants to go to the coast, or isles. From there you can behold the vastness of His majesty as waves crash endlessly from the open sea.
We are but a flicker of a flame without Him.
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
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