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Within The Womb Of The Earth

Wicked generation asks for a sign you said to them.
Could they, in their thought, word, or reach your divinity's realm?
As though puppies bark at the elephant that's on a stroll
Could any of their denouncements play on you any role?

Sown within the womb of the earth will be the sign you said.
Like a lamb that's rudely slaughtered, your blood you've got to shed.
As Jonah was free from the whale and came out of the sea
From chains that try to bind you, forever you would be free.

The wisdom Jonah preached was finite. God's wisdom is great.
Everything out of nothing, didn't he wish to create?
Jonah, or the queen of Sheba, had their tentative role.
Isn't it God who brings everything to the immortal whole?

You stood sturdier than the temple and the sacrifice.
To your affliction, passion, and death, what price could suffice?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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