The Wicked Messenger

There was
A wicked messenger
From Eli he did come
With a mind
That multiplied
The smallest matter
When questioned
Who had sent for him
He answered
With his thumb
For his tongue
It could not speak
But only flatter

He stayed behind
The assembly hall
It was there
He made his bed
Oftentimes
He could be
Seen returning
Until one day
He just appeared
With a note
In his hand
Which read
The soles of my feet
I swear
They're burning

Oh, the leaves
Began to fallin'
And the seas
Began to part
And the people
That confronted him
Were many
And he was told
But these few words
Which opened up
His heart
If ye cannot bring
Good news
Then don't bring any