Jeremiah, how your people cry
What's the answer, don't let it change
The way we live or die
No matter where you run
You've got to pay for what you've done
Obadiah, open Edom's eyes
Heaven's fire will soon be laid
Upon your earthbound lives
Let there be no doubt
You're going to get what you give out
I could set you free
But you must turn back to Me
Tell it over and over and over and over again
Tell it over and over and over and over again
Zephaniah, sell your prophesy
Heavy buyer, tear down the bed
Of your idolatry
Hearts that burn to gold
Will be turned to hearts of stone
I could set you free
But you must turn back to Me
Jeremiah, how great your pain must be
To have the answer
And yet the people still refuse to see
Let there be no doubt
There is only one way out
I could set you free
But you must turn back to Me