Lord of All the Earth

I know you don't wish to hear it...
much less believe it

But what if the Pharisee Spirit has tampered with your script?

Do you seriously think it's not possible--that your collective compass might have strayed like a pibla?

"Blasphemy!" I hear you roar

That's what they thought too,
the ones who once wore your current crown

A thoughtful hand void of heart;
that's all it takes to start a murder

Just press your seal into the hot wax
Keep your Babylonian booty, kick back, relax

You thought Uzziah's alien blood meant nothing
That you could get away with it because you were king

The House of another covenant does not agree
I pray you now open your eyes to see
the sprouting forest around your fig tree

Because the Lamb may not hold back
in vindicating the innocent charged by you with guilt

And there you sit smug and gloating:
it's the "others" who'll be burnt, not you

Yet Lord of Creation has not changed

Sure, as before he's coming again
but I don't think it is to judge the "ignorant":
your Johnny West label goyim, kafir or pagan

Like always He is coming with His hand held out,
offering salvation!

Clearly it's all there in the parables...

The farmer can indeed pay the same wages,
even to the latest of "strangers"

So check your understanding of His gracious heart

And pray you'll avoid the dangers
by embracing "the least"

Cause a flood's about to pour in from West, North, South and East

The seals have been opening,
and Bathsheeba's silence too

Like Samuel I can only hope
You choose what's right to do
 
Like Cain and Judah no one will be able to touch your wandering remnant without grave consequence
 
But better for you is to embrace the prodigals and stay in the Father's Household