Lyrics

Wisdom is crying in the streets for all to hear
hey run around the town as if they didn't care
Yet time and time again He beckons to the fools
Like swine they trample over every precious jewel

The shofar sounded from watchman on the wall
And jeering laughter is the answer to the call
While the blood upon the altar still speaks mercy on us all

A woman wipes her mouth and says, "I've done no wrong"
Wisdom comes to her with healing in His arms
In smug complacency she chooses to ignore
Her sins are piled high and judgment is at the door

Her slaughtered babies' blood could fill an empty sea
While she sits sassy in her wealth and luxury
Wisdom comes now with a sickle in His hand
Poor mystery Babylon, you still don't understand
C 1996 Shuva Music
Ian Michaels