As He Ran

As he ran to Tarish Quick as he could go Not taking time to pack He had no extra clothes Running in the opposite direction From where God said for him to go Carried a purse with some gold Boarded a ship filled with cargo He would make the trip right away Never fearing that God couldn't abide A soul gone in the state of blacksliding Trying to hide from God We all know the rest of the story So if blacksiding is your case Better repent and go on to Ninevah Unless you want to be Whale Bait They tell me inside of the Whale's belly Is smelly, dark, and full of acid That will bleach you up just white Then no one will know your color Only know where you have been Down in the pits of the stomach Of a mightly fish that has fins Repent, repent, for a good end