The cry of a prophet
Has its weight in God’s passion
It cries loud and spares not
Filled with fervor and compassion
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“Take heed lest you die”
For the warnings are brash
The destruction they speak of
Comes to past in a flash
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Their cries can be bleak
Yet always strong
Carrying God’s word
Lamenting endlessly, long
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Their lives are one
With the words that they bear
They ARE the prophecy
Inseparable, if you dare
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So listen my children
And do what you hear
For God’s will be done
On earth, it’s near
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