A Prophet Called
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/a-prophet-calledStrong Syrians at war against the Israelites
Yet followed a period of peace
Though no threat was posed, an enemy arose, from a foreign land
Fear drew in, the Assyrian king, was set to conquer all
Armies assembled from the border-land
O’ Ninevah city, a promised place
Radical residence of idol worshippers
Servers not of the living God, of what would become
A change of ways, lest they be destroyed
A chosen prophet foreseeable and called
A request to Jonah, awake the city
Of mercy and pity, to repent of their sins
Journey to Ninevah, look to the east
Actions opposed, a sail to the west, unaware of God’s test
An intention to hide, full of pride, he fell asleep
Yet on the ship, with sailors equipped, a storm arose
Wallowing winds, a stormy sea, a presumptuous plea
A cast of lots, on Jonah fell
Storm was sent on his account
Duly dashed into the sea, right into the belly of a fish was he
Three days and nights, afore dry land
Go tell the people of Ninevah
Preach the message, be undeterred
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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