Playing, calling their companions
We played flute and you didn’t dance
We mourned, you gave no caring glance
John was strict and called demonic
Jesus a drunk? How ironic!
He blamed towns that would not repent
Chorazin, Bethsaida, He meant
Tyre, Sidon, would have repented
Capernaum will be tormented
E’en Sodom would have relented
But your judgment is cemented
I thank You, Father, You’ve hidden
This from the wise, but not children
Come to Me, you weary, oppressed
And burdened. I will give you rest
Take up My yoke and learn from Me
For I am gentle and lowly
And you will find rest for your souls
My yoke, My burden lightly rolls
Matthew 11:16-30
