THE WEEPING PROPHET
to Ken Casey
I can tell you positively,
Without any doubt in my mind;
Tears are not a sign of weakness,
They’re emotion felt by the kind.
There’s a story about a boy,
The young son of a holy priest;
That God had chosen before birth,
To do more than the very least.
The boy’s calling was dramatic,
God told him he knew him always;
Even before his mother’s womb,
God set him apart in those days.
‘Cause this one would be God’s prophet,
And pronounce God’s judgment on sin;
He’d mourn and cry for his people,
When God showed him what would happen.
The boy argued with excuses,
He couldn’t speak eloquently;
Because he was merely a child,
He reminded God politely.
God put His words in the boy’s mouth,
And appointed the young one to be;
A prophet to the nations and,
Then God said you will speak for me.
When Jeremiah prophesied,
Compassionate, endless tears hit;
He cried for sinners as he preached,
Was known as the weeping prophet.
And Jeremiah walked through ruins and wept.
By Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright©1999-2006
‘tears in a bottle collection’
Copyright© by Composer Christian Fuchs of Austria from Laura's MIDI Heaven
October 07, 2003