Where's the potter's field,
Once so well appraised,
Till His shepherds spurned
Their charge over their flock,
Now it's a field of blood,
Feasting ground for birds of prey,
There souls are for sale!
The Potter's FieldWhere's the potter's field, Once so well appraised, Till His shepherds spurned Their charge over their flock, Now it's a field of blood, Feasting ground for birds of prey, There souls are for sale! |