A Most Desolate House

 There was a house in Judah white with leprous decay. 
 So the Father, in His mercy sent His Word to heal their way  
 But the stewards of that temple,  knowing not their visitation day  
"for the sake of their traditions" turned the "Bread of Life" away.

Because of all "they-thought-they-knew"
 the "Hope of Israel" they ignorantly slew.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem...will you not weep with me?
Will you harden yet your heart and be deaf unto my plea?

Your many songs of worship
  are sung to me in vain and your solemn assemblies
are a stench which I disdain.

You "say that you see" but do not turn,
-from Israel's lesson, you have yet to learn:
forsaking the "Fountain of Living Water" -they chose instead,
the day of slaughter.

M. Weiland (aka, "Noteye")