You’ve put on the clothes of two kingdoms
You put on My garment
To say you’ve adorned yourself in peace
But you layer on the garb of your oppressors
To keep you warm at night
You stand on the threshold of Dagon and Zion
You serve gods I’ve already put to shame
Holding loosely to me like a talisman—
A lover on a string
Calling me the likeness of a wooden pole
But haven’t I shown you?
Do you still not understand?
Haven’t I proven my greatness since Egypt?
Or have you again forgotten?
Wood will rot and rock will crumble
But you still lust after their abusive thrills
While telling Me you love Me
You’ve walked into your own fire
You’ve let your hands seek their own right and wrong
If only you would turn to see Me
If only you would let Me be yours
I am compassionate
Even Ninevah knows that
I’ll gather you in My arms
Lean into Me
Let Me sing you to sleep
Because I take joy in saving you
Give Me your burdens
I’ll restore you and add to you
Oh, beautiful daughter of Zion
I will be your King