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Before God
Stood one like a man
With a writer's inkhorn
At his side.
Clothed in linen white,
With a strap of leather
over his shoulder draped,
Whatever God said
He would surely write.
When it was time
He went ahead of
The swords of judgement,
And marked
Those who cried
And fell on their faces
Over the sin
That defiled the land.
They were to be spared.
Listen brethren!
The iniquity of this land
is exceedingly great.
Blood stains many hands.
And the one like a man
With a writer's inkhorn
Is about the business
of marking foreheads.
Won't you cry with me,
Before he reports to God
his work is done?
Ezekiel 9 |
