From the Mountain Top
From the mountain top
he cried, he shouted to all of Israel
"Don't let the bramble rule!"
Here was his brother, his flesh
and his blood, but not his equal.
The one of seventy that should
have never ruled.
But Israel honored the bloody rock,
honored the thorn from the vine
desperate for a leader, hungry
for guidance they chose a murderer.
Gaunt from their own choice of
nourishment they greedily
grabbed for a feast
but they became the prey.
So Jotham ran.