2 Kings 2

Elisha walked with power a prophet of might

Dividing the Jordan displaying God's light

He made poisoned waters fresh and so pure

And multiplied oil for a widow secure

A barren woman with a son now in hand

By God's great provision throughout the land

A dead boy restored to breath and to life

Elisha's miracles cutting through strife

Naaman the leper a warrior of fame

Sought healing in Israel answering God's name

He doubted at first the river so muddy

But humbled himself and obeyed completely

He dipped seven times as the prophets declared

His skin was restored his body repaired

From arrogance humbled to gratitude's plea

Naaman found healing and learned to see

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Chariots of fire on the hills they stood

But the kingdom fell where the proud once would

Prophets spoke loud but the hearts turned cold

Gold to idols while the truth was sold

A king with no vision led the sheep astray

While the wolves moved in took the flock away

Rivers dried up temples turned to dust

In the courts of the wicked there was no trust

Judah danced with shadows under Babylon’s sky

Israel wept while the Assyrians cried

The northern tribes scattered like leaves in the wind

The southern gates burned for the weight of their sins

Lamentations whispered in the night so deep

A covenant broken promises we couldn't keep

The vine once strong now withered and dry

But the roots remain though the branches die

Tell me where the kings are now where's the crown

and the sacred vow in the ashes can we still be found

Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall

Walls of stone but hearts too small

Echoes ring through the prophet's call

But the writing's clear on the palace wall

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In Judah’s realm a young king arose

Josiah with a heart that truly knows

At sixteen he sought the Lord's command

To cleanse the land with a righteous hand

Idols shattered altars torn apart

A revival kindled in every heart

The Book of Law rediscovered with glee

A covenant renewed for all to see

But shadows linger fate's cruel design

A borrowed axe a stroke misaligned

In the Jordan's depths a tool descends

A moment’s loss where fortune bends

Yet kindness shown a debt repaid

The iron floats a miracle displayed

Reform and grace a fleeting stay

For doom awaits on a fateful day

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