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BOOK OF EZEKIEL Chapter 3

Within the prophet’s mind and hand, A scroll of words, both sweet and stern, The taste was honey, pure and bright, A sweetness in his mouth, a divine kiss, Yet in his mind, a fiery strong fight, A message born of heavenly bliss. "Go to them, rebellious hearts, Speak My words with courage bold, Though they resist, and deafly part, Their stories must be told." Not strangers’ tongue, nor foreign speech, But children of his very kin, A burden clear, within him reach, To wake, to warn, to bring them in. His face made hard as flint and stone, Unyielding to their stubborn stance, A voice of strength, deep of his own, To pierce through their hardened dance. Seven days of silent stare, A wonderment, a heavy weight, Among the captives, unaware, He waits, and bears divine fate. The Spirit lifts him, takes him high, Angels behind, a rushing sound, A calling from the heaven sky, To speak, to warn, to be unbound. A prophet’s path, a heavy load, To tell of judgment, grace, and grace, A divine message, a divine ode, To lead them to a saving place.