Oh Jeremiah, my unborn son
Unspoken words do hear
For thou shall be my chosen one
Accept and do not fear
From destined path thou dare not run
Deliverance is near
When all wrong doers will be gone
The truth will then appear

And thou shall speak what shall be told
There will be no excuse
I see thee stand before them bold
Inspired by my muse
With awe they'll listen, young and old
But your wit they won't use
Their minds possessed with lust and gold,
Your words to their amuse

Before you were conceived, before you were born
I then thee scarified
To tell the horror story, to speak of comfort tales
You're hereby qualified

For evil will strike from the north
Judea must be warned
I rush my deeds as see you forth
This country will be torn
The sinners' sons and third and fourth
Will all be there to mourn
Unless their old pact they restored,
Their faith to be reborn