Beside a wall my Lord did stand, a plumb line chutched within a hand,
and asked me what I saw.
I said, “a plumb line” in reply. The Lord went on to tell me why.
It was about the law.
Since standards for this land are straight, some places will be desolate,
and others be laid waste.
This news was carried to the king. “A prophet should not say these things,
but royal praises sing.”
A priest suggested, “run away; preach somewhere else to earn your pay,
and don’t come back this way.
“I’m not equipped to prophesy, but just a common farming guy,
and God has sent me nigh.”
I only say what God has told, so please allow me to be bold,
of what your future holds.
Your wife will be a common whore, your sons and daughters die by sword,
and you will die abhorred.
Image: Pearson Scott Foresman Archives, Public Domain
Source: Amos 7:7-17
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: Meribah, Lowell Mason, Public Domain
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