Jeremiah

You made me tell the hardest thing of all,
The truth. Judah just will not want to hear
Anything but sweet lies, false prophets call
Being answered warmly though death draws near.
They want to kill me, faithfulness to you
Is treason in their sight, I am waiting
For your wave to crash over them, pursue
What I preach and am paid well in hating.
There is a future; you have told me that,
We must have faith; ah that’s the tricky part,
As soon our Temple shall be pillaged flat,
While we wait for laws written on the heart.
I have done my job and now sets my sun
Though night shall be dark Lord, your will be done.

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