The Three Will Not Avert the Four

Divination Insolence False hopes And folly These all the fashion My City gone astray If they had Countered The puff of Pillow prophets Could have averted The dooms I speak today. Famine and pestilence Rabid beasts And swords’ blood These swiftly coming To men who Thought me blind. Peace and permissiveness Their fruit Of vain imaginings Damning detritus Soon scattered To the wind. Had I heard Noah In prayer for All their failings Daniel or Job Approach my bar To plead They would have scarcely Come safely From the cauldron Bearing none other For whom They intercede. Yet still a remnant I scatter to wild places They know I do see And hear The feasts of fools They tell a world Jehovah judges rightly. They seek a place Where only Their God rules. (Ezekiel 14) https://issuu.com/dewane/docs/and_now__son_of_man