Jeremiah

I’m a teen,
but God says
I’m a prophet.

I’m a preacher’s kid
from the countryside.
How can I handle
the city-slickers
in Jerusalem?
How can I argue
with powerbrokers and kings,
convince all the people
that I’m right?

God touches my mouth
and promises,
“I’ll give you words
and fill your head
with wisdom.
I’ll never desert you.”

I tell God
I’m no public speaker.
I’ve got no job experience.
But God reassures me,
“As a prophet,
you are above
priests and kings.
And don’t forget:
I’ve got your back!”