I've watched you take what's mine and claim it as your own
You've poisoned my people and desolated my home
You're a disillusioned blind leading a flock of blind sheep
You've turned your back on me, you say you're your own king
You've forgotten that I've given you this land long ago,
To look after my people and harvest what I've sowed
You've grown into weeds, casted in the net
You'll be gathered into bundles and burned in the furnace
I, your father, who made you
My blood I share is yours
I sent my brothers to save you
But you ****** them in the courts
Their righteous blood is now upon you
You killed them with yours swords
What now am I to say to you
In this never-ending war
You are my children
My own flesh and bone
Oh how I've longed for you
To return your home
While you killed those I've sent
To help you from your suffering
My heart was to gather you
Like birds under my wing
No matter how my heart has yearned
You remained unwilling
Look, your house is desolate
Your time here is withering
One day again, you'll see me
The day I hear you say
"Blessed are those who come in your name"
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
I've watched you take what's mine and claim it as your own
You've poisoned my people and desolated my home
You're a disillusioned blind leading a flock of blind sheep
You've turned your back on me, you say you're your own king
You've forgotten that I've given you this land long ago,
To look after my people and harvest what I've sowed
You've grown into weeds, casted in the net
You'll be gathered into bundles and burned in the furnace
I, your father, who made you
My blood I share is yours
I sent my brothers to save you
But you ****** them in the courts
Their righteous blood is now upon you
You killed them with yours swords
What now am I to say to you
In this never-ending war
You are my children
My own flesh and bone
Oh how I've longed for you
To return your home
While you killed those I've sent
To help you from your suffering
My heart was to gather you
Like birds under my wing
No matter how my heart has yearned
You remained unwilling
Look, your house is desolate
Your time here is withering
One day again, you'll see me
The day I hear you say
"Blessed are those who come in your name"
