
Prophet speaks, prophet weeps — not Seeing what he groans Judah free, yet slavery Chained to fashioned stones “Idolatry!", “Misery!” Cries the chosen youth Irony, the prophet’s key To unlock hidden truth A potter’s jar, crafted clay Made for wine and oil Shattered, so the nation — they Potter's wasted toil Officials scorn and beat him Baal their chosen guide. Speaks the man, stretched limb to limb “So terror on every side!” Prophet chained but prophet free Stocks his guarantee The broken jar of clay — he Seals his victory — Joey Shaw