[Call] Wood on the neck made the warning plain, A prophet of ease stood smiling nearby, Wood can be broken while truth remains, [Response] Bow for a season or multiply pain. Two years, he promised, then broke wood for a sign. Iron waits quietly beneath false claims. [Verse 1] I wish peace were coming, Jeremiah replied, But a word must be proven on history’s side. The crowd loved the crack and the lighter load, [Call] The true prophet turned and walked down the road. Then iron replaced what performance had torn, [Response] A lie can feel gentle while judgment is born. The seventh month counted what boasting denied, [Final Chorus] Wood can be broken while truth remains, Iron waits quietly beneath false claims. Wood fell in public; the false word died.