God remembers, keeps receipts, the land will pay for people’s sin.
Flood and famine bring the ruin of the ones who thought to win.
Feasts to mourning, songs to wailing, sadness will suffuse the crowd.
Noontime darkness, bitterness that’s overwhelming like a shroud
“Time is coming,” says the Lord, “for famine on the fertile land.”
Not for food or even water, but for WORD to understand.
Prone to wonder, folks will wander to and fro and sea to sea,
Seeking but not finding what the LORD reveals invisibly.
Source: Amos 8:4-7
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: O Durchbrecher, Public Domain
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