Shoftim

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Shoftim

Prophets come and prophets go,

But how are we to really know,

Who is false and who is not,

What’s the truth and what’s a plot?

We hear mostly what we want,

If we don’t, we’ll slur and taunt,

Til someone comes and pleases us,

Never heeding what we must.

The prophet truly has to fear,

About the things we need to hear,

His words may fall on deafened ears,

And he’ll have wasted all those years.

If the future doesn’t come to be,

What he warned us we would see,

Does that really guarantee,

For certain he’s a false navi?

Or could it be some words struck bone,

And turned we some from what we’re prone,

To do if we’d been left alone,

This deflection leading us back home?