Jonah

All right you have made your point, let me go
Rescue the murderers of my people
Let me stop them reaping as they sow
Preaching at ziggurat’s bloody steeple
I shall tell them loud your saving warning
Watch you pardon those monsters their sick crimes
I shall witness their salvation dawning
Those whose destruction I plead at all times
Assyria, God loves even you!
Who have shattered children against stone
Your skull-collecting souls he shall pursue
Even as you laugh when the dying moan.
Give me strength, my Lord, in this whale asleep
To dive through the depths of forgiveness deep.

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