A Prophet Called

https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/a-prophet-called Strong 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 ©