
Isaiah 58
This is the fast you chose:
that the oppressed would go out free.
I am oppressed, my God,
and I am hungry —
share your bread.
I am homeless —
bring me to your home.
I have no covering.
give me your clothes, O Christ,
and grace
to solace others on the fast you chose —
since you were hungry, homeless, naked, bound,
for me.





