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Parade of Prophets: Obadiah


Higher than any kite you fly

High and higher into the sky

By a string let out by you.

Your pride says what to do.

Child so so full of yourself,

No one can bring you down,

But you forget the string is mine.

You will crash upon the ground.

Obadiah 1-21

What Kind of Brother

What kind of brother

Stands by silently when

your gates are breached,

Ignores your cries for help

when you’re taken captive,

Casts lots for your property

and livestock as well,

Blocks all known city exits,

preventing your escape,

And turns you in when caught,

a prisoner in your own land.

What kind of brother, indeed!

Rejoices when your brother

walks in distress,

Sings songs of happiness

when you stumble,

And looks forward to the day

when you fall

flat on your face.

What kind of brother, you ask?

One who longs for the day

it will be as though

you had never been.

Shame shall cover you.

And as you have done to others,

it will be done to you.

Obadiah 10-16

A Savior Shall Come

As one mountain’s feet crumble

and is leveled to the ground,

Another’s eager hands reach

for the clouds in the sky,

So holiness may again shine,

a new horizon’s silhouette.

Then a Savior shall come.

The prominence of one brother

will give way to the other,

While the former will drink deep,

and do so without end,

So the latter may stoke the fires

of Zion’s final deliverance.

Then a Savior shall come.

Judged will be the mountains,

present and are no more;

Possessed will be the fields,

lowland and valley alike;

And the children of God will

come crying in the wilderness.

Then a Savior shall come.

Obadiah 15-21