Conflicted

Attraction/reaction 

Watching the stage; so many voices..

I open a page...

As I live, I hear him say - 

Watchman shout! I take no pleasure in the death of the wicked. 

What's that all about?

Not a prophet; not a slave; not one that's risen from the grave: haven't been to heaven,  not much on which to swoon:

Maybe we have a covenant? 

That thing with the cresent moon 

Don't have a bob each way;

Believe in you; and all you say.

Is there another way?

I don't know; I must confess: I love then all, but it's a mess..

As the priest, so the people. 

What did he say?

Flee to the mountains (could be interpreted as getting away?):

Conflicted/ constricted 

Still, do as I say: I will come. 

Even though I tarry it's for mercy, and for grace...

But where are my feet; my hands; my face?

My Spirit of splendour, now disgraced. 

I looked, and found not one:

Happened once/happened twice:

I had a vineyard on a very fruitful hill: I send my son, to collect some fruit,  and him they try to kill.

Still: Rise again, from your shame: the remnant; unknown...

Dry bones are calling 

Come now 

Lead us home.