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SCOFFER
Heathen, Why do you scorn?
I know, I man, no born.
Plead I cause, Oh Jah
False witness rise up
They hide for me in a pit
They dig for my soul.
Heathen, Why do you rage?
And people imagine in vain.
Cast out the scoffer
Strife will cease
The sons of men,
Turn thy glory to shame.
Boast not of tomorrow
or what it will bring
Forsake the foolish and live
With pride, follow shame
How long ye simple ones
Will ye love simplicity?
Judgements are prepared
for scorners and fools.
Scorners and fools
Scorners and fools
Pool of sorrows
Veil of tears
Fields of Nazareth
Jah time nears
Bread of deceit
Is sweet to a man
than in his mouth it turns to dust
(Words and music by David Asher and Garrick Owen, Copyright 1996,
Addis Music, Tolchok Publishing, ASCAP)
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