In a field of locusts and fire,
A prophet’s words rose higher
With visions of plumb lines and fruit
And cries for justice, resolute
Yet from a land of distant shores
This Amos’ voice still echoes more
Through pages worn and well-thumbed
In book form, where it still hums
Whose words are these, so old and wise?
A timeless message for our eyes
Of God’s judgment and mercy true
In Amos’ book, his voice comes through.