I planted you,
     an olive tree,
          to be green
               and so lovely,
                    to bear fruit,
But they broke your branches
     and cut your trunk to a stump,
          kindling it to mere smoke and ash.
They are more than children with a gift
     who know not how to appreciate,
They are murderers with evil intent,
     saying aloud: Let's destroy this tree
          so it cannot bear good fruit.
Jeremiah, I will punish them.
And though they will cry out to Me,
     I will not listen.
Let their made-up gods
     arrange for their rescue.
It will be as if they'd never been.

Jeremiah 11

by J Alan R
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