Solomon, I love that your
only wish was wisdom to rule.
But when you got older
you built the temples to other fools.
Thank you for the house where my
golden ark could finally reside.
But 700 wives and that wisdom
turned to lust and to pride!
Golden calves and sacred poles
and Baal prostitutes?
The kings are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round.
People are lost and think they’re found!
My prophets go round and round and round,
Round and round.
Now the house is split in half:
10 up north and 2 to the south.
Kings and prophets, good and bad,
in following the words from my mouth.
The 10 in the north took Samaria
to house a new throne,
Kept the name of Israel,
While Judah took Jerusalem home.
Jezebel you worship Baal
so take your so called prophets to see.
Elijah, go to Mount Carmel
and bring that “brotherhood” to its knees.
Then go and find me in the breeze…
All the kings in Chronicles
were good or bad compared to the one:
The shepherd boy who became a king,
The one I loved like a son.