“Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me.”
Ezekiel 3:17
In preparing the prophet Ezekiel for the task,
Came from God, gifts, or he wouldn’t last.
The grand opening: a vision of His glory,
All wings and heads, creatures of majesty,
Might and light, wrapped in one movement,
Rolling outwards, parting the heavens.
Downwards he fell, the prophet lay low
Till the Spirit did raise him to show
The Holy likeness of God Himself upon throne,
Speaking forth words in distinct, divine tone,
“Son of man. Watchman. Spokesman to Jerusalem-
YOUR TIME IS UP! Yes, tell them.
But let it be known they are like mules
Stubborn, unbending, unafraid of their dues”
Next was a treat for the mouth, but not the eyes-
A scroll on which every line was a cursed cry.
But sweet it was in the prophet’s mouth-
How strange, that the worst words brought forth
Could satiate his stomach, fuel the man
To curse future people of unpromised land.
Seven days then for him to beat his chest,
To feel the heaviest, draining unrest.
For which man when called to such a call
Can merrily sing “O Lord I give you all”
Come another vision by the Kebar riverbank
And the dreaded task was now at hand.
With double vision, scroll-food, and the Spirit within
Ezekiel would now suffer greatly for Jerusalem’s sin.
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