Ezekiel is told to prophesy to the false prophets:
Have ye not seen a vain vision,
and have ye not spoken a lying divination, whereas ye say,
“The Lord saith it;” albeit I have not spoken?
Therefore, thus saith the Lord God;
“Because ye have spoken vanity, and seen lies,
therefore, behold, I am against you,” saith the Lord…
“They have seduced my people, saying,
‘Peace;’ and there was no peace;
and one built up a wall, and, lo,
others daubed it with untampered mortar…
I will break down the wall…
So that the foundation thereof will be discovered.”  (Chap 13)

I trust you Lord.
And over and over and over
your people have had to trust you,
as a Trump builds a wobbling wall
and a Charlie Kirk daubs it,
and a seduced youth kills him with
prophecy-etched bullets,
and Seoul writhes with hundreds in the streets.

I trust you Lord,
knowing I see the unseen
and am bound to wonder if I believe lies
or can rely on the eyes of my heart,
knowing I will face the same questions tomorrow
as the Epstein files are revealed,
as Peter Thiel and Opus Dei are unmasked,
as the schemes of the oligarchs come to light,
and stolen elections are finally proven falsified.

I trust you Lord
like I’m floating in comforting pools of water,
pulled under the limits of my waking understanding.
You are deep in me and a turn away from us all.
You will not surrender your Creation to evil
but proclaim your loves in voice and vision,
though the powerful eat the poor and call it freedom
and Stephen Miller screams lies from our screens,
and bigots call for the purity of “whiteness.”

I trust you, Lord.
You will be heard and known and honored.
We are listening and living to stand with you,
to feel our feet on the foundation beneath,
deep under the false foundation of the wobbling wall
ready to fall on the deluded and sighted alike.
We are who you chose before the foundation of the world,
the loved ones destined for the riches of grace in Jesus.