Imagine the lot of Jeremiah:
For preaching the gospel
Getting stuck in a stinking mire
And seeing nothing but share hell.
He had a message: prophetic
Seemed to be standing alone
It came out dynamic, energetic
Burning, blazing fire in his bones.
With a sense of mission
He rode the storms and floods
Powered by divine vision
Depending solely on his God.
This was a weeping prophet
Who suffered day and night
Judgement he had to trumpet
Regardless of the pain and plight.
In season and out of season
He had to speak severity
Though it bought and brought prison
He had to obey the Almighty.
Lord, recharge my spiritual battery
To shine, run, burn and burn for you
Regardless of the foes and fires I see
Knowing that you will bring me through.
Jer20:7-13, -38:6,9:1, -20:9