And it came to pass that they would not suffer that he should enter into the city; therefore he went and got upon the wall thereof, and stretched forth his hand and cried with a loud voice, and prophesied unto the people whatsoever things the Lord put into his heart.
Helaman 13:4
Our hectic days and giddy nights hold us in careless thrall,
and so we miss the message of the man upon the wall.
There he stands both day and night, delivering the scoop,
while down below we listen not, but run a fruitless loop.
And when we have to stop because the traffic's at a crawl,
we do not like the things he says way up there on the wall.
He tells us truths so hard and sharp we shudder and refuse
to think the sins that we amass demand such bitter dues.
But when we shout for him to stop and cease his wretched squall,
we cannot stop his thunderbolts from high upon the wall.
Whether we believe or not, there's something now amiss
with our petty plans as we must gaze down the abyss.
At last he goes and leaves behind the taste of bitter gall;
yet history will vindicate the man upon the wall . . .
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