29 Nov Figs to Thorns
Posted at 18:53h
in Poems
The King of Babylon fell like the morning star
The King of Tyre fell like the cherub deposed
And the evil one walks back and forth on earth
Over the dirt where his kings decomposed
Every city turned into a desolate thing
Where foxes and demons vie for space
Every well in the land has run dry
And the mountains moved from place
So every nation bows before dust
Fields and streets absent their cries
Sword and famine devoured them all
Their idols watched with lifeless eyes
The King of Assyria gloried against God
The King of Judah gloried faithlessness
And the evil one hides in their branches
Changing figs to thorns if they should kiss
Well if the people were seeds and all sprouted their roots
And rose from dirt in blossoms of their fruits
He would weigh them, He would spare them
He made it so easy that way
Well if only a few hundred thousand are carried away
And the rest offered nothing and had nothing to say
He would weigh them, He would judge them
They need only one fruit that day