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The Minor Prophets

Writer: Neil RogersNeil Rogers


Hosea’s task made him afraid

To love a wife who had betrayed

A faithful husband like the Lord

Whose love is like a three-fold cord


Now Joel saw the locusts swarm

And called the people to reform

The Lord accepts a broken heart

Repent and let the Lord restart


Amos heard the Lion’s roar

His trembling soul could not ignore

The heart-quake and the earthquake’s shock

And so the shepherd left his flock

Hear this you stubborn, wayward race

I bought your freedom from disgrace

But you forgot my covenant

You did not grieve, nor raise lament


Oh, Israel, what you do not know

Is how to live, your love to show

Your shame is written in the books

The foe will come with crooks and hooks

And through the ruins, by the breach

Your road will lie beyond the reach

Of any of your lifeless bulls

The worship of you stupid fools


I sent my promised punishments

You did not heed my covenant

Famine, drought and mildew came

You did not turn, nor call my name

You fell from grace, defiled the land

Your fields are turned to ash and sand

Your strength has gone, your armies bled

Your mighty ones have turned and fled

Oh come and find me, Joseph’s spawn

Forsake the night, await the dawn

For he who sets the stars in place

And reigns in glory, in his grace

Controls the seas and marks the land

Who rides the clouds, by whose command

A city stands or falls by sword

I sit enthroned, I am the Lord!

Do not despise the poor who groan

And bring their case before my throne

I hear their cries, I feel the rod

I sense their pain where you have trod

Seek good, not evil, come and live

For from my hand I freely give

My endless love on those who weep

Those who return my laws to keep


But on the ones who steal and speak

Oppression on the poor and weak

My wrath will burn, my judgment fair

Upon their heads I will declare

You do not know for what you seek,

The day the Lord shall save the weak

For on that day when I shall come

There’ll be no place to hide or run


Your solemn offerings I despise

Your noisy, sordid sacrifice

Your sacred gifts I cannot stand

Your music and that worship band

You do not know the day draws near

When terror stalks and holy fear

Will bring your feasting to an end

And you to exile I will send


The Lord renewed the prophet’s call

He stood beside a well-built wall

A plumb-line showed the wall was true

But Israel’s crooked through and through

The Sovereign Lord called to my eyes

A tray of fruit which signifies

The time is ripe for Israel’s crimes

To come before the Lord sublime

The One who summons Pleiades

The One who stills the raging seas

The One who sets the earth aright

The One who sees in dark and light

The One who gives the nations space

The One who rules the world in grace

He is the Lord that is his name

Before him none can stake a claim.

Seek me and live, my people turn!

Come find me and my ways relearn

Forsake your gods of wood and stone

We’ll build a city for your home

Your gardens’ fruit will satisfy

Your every need and there will I

Ensure your peace and drink the wine

For I am yours and you are mine

To Edom Obadiah preached

Don’t gloat when Jacob’s walls are breached

An eagle soaring very high

Is not beyond my piercing eye


Now Micah showed us what is good

To act in justice as we should

Let mercy be our greatest love

And humbly walk with God above


And Nahum knew the Lord is kind

To those who trust with heart and mind

But with an overwhelming spate

The Ninevites will meet their fate


Then Habakkuk came to complain

And asked the Lord to please explain

Just why the wicked nations reign

And why God’s people are in pain


And Zephaniah’s chapters few

Are like Isaiah in review

The great day of the Lord is near

A day of judgment, holy fear


The set completes with Malachi

With many questions – How? What? Why?

Before I judge the human race

I’ll send a messenger of grace

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