JER 2 v 13

            My people are a funny lot
            Their preferences are weird
            They like the comfort of this world
            To which they are endeared
            Through this they have forsaken Me
            By digging stagnant wells
            Devoid of living water
            All because their soul rebels.

            Perhaps they think that what they have
            Is better than My all
            How many warnings must I give
            Before they finally fall
            Be sure that through their measly lives
            I cannot do My will
            So I will search for those of you
            Who through Me get their thrill.