The streets cry out echoes of pain Wàlls crumble ash falls like rain Jerusalem weeps her heart in two A city of gold now gray and blue The prophets warned the trumpets screamed But they laughed chasing their broken dreams Now silence reigns where songs once flew A shattered past what will God do The watchtower stands a ghost in the wind Stories of glory buried in sin The Temple's gone but His throne remains Sovereign over our joy and pains We are jars cracked and flawed Still He holds us the breath of God Shall the clay ask why am I made Or trust the hands that never fade Tears of clay He molds He breaks Hands of power He gives He takes Nations rise nations fall He's the potter shaping it all Tears of clay the dust will speak In His hands the strong the weak Hope from ruins His voice will call He's the potter shaping it all Jeremiah Voices in the alleys they echo like ghosts Preachers in the dark spinning tales they boast Silver tongues dripping venomous lies The sell you the sky but it's smoke in disguise Prophets for profit their words are a game They burn the truth but they stoke the flame A house of cards built on sinking sand When the storm rolls in it won't withstand They traded their gold for the weight of the mud Turned rivers of peace into torrents of blood The harvest is barren the fields don't yield The shepherds are scattered lost in the field The watchtower shakes the trumpet screams Wake up from your nightmare these aren't just dreams A covenant broken but mercy remains Through fire and ashes love still sustains Oh can you see it the writing in flame The promise of hope in a forgotten name Warnings shouted can you hear the sound The walls are falling crashing to the ground Disobedience cuts rebellion’s knife But a new heart's written a brand new life Jeremiah Oh city of gold now covered in dust The cries of the children echo in the streets that was How long oh Lord will you turn away My tears are a river flowing endlessly astray Like clay in His hands he molds and he shapes Though broken and flawed he never forsakes He'll tare down the old building something new Trust in the potter He knows what to do Beware of the voices that promises you ease They speak of peace but their hearts breed disease They lead you astray with their flattering words Seek the truth let your own voice be heard We broke the covenant turned from His way Now we carry the woke heavier each day Our pride and our stubbornness led us astray Is there hope for redemption can we find our way He'll write on our hearts His law we will know A new covenant of love a seed He will sow Forgiveness and grace a chance to begin He'll heal our wounds wash away our sins Jeremiah

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