Valley of Eschol
Now why weepest thou, O my heavy crestfallen soul?
Visions of pure agony hast cast thou into a deep trance
For the synagogue of Satan sits in the valley of Eschol,
and Jesus Christ, the King of Zion, they do not romance
The doctrines of Baal they've greedily swallowed whole,
as songs of salvation aren't accompanied with a holy dance
The grapes of Eschol will turn into the grapes of wrath:
See the road to New Jerusalem revealed as a fiery path
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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