The Prophet’s Cry

The cry of a prophet

Has its weight in God’s passion

It cries loud and spares not

Filled with fervor and compassion

“Take heed lest you die”

For the warnings are brash

The destruction they speak of

Comes to past in a flash

Their cries can be bleak

Yet always strong

Carrying God’s word

Lamenting endlessly, long

Their lives are one

With the words that they bear

They ARE the prophecy

Inseparable, if you dare

So listen my children

And do what you hear

For God’s will be done

On earth, it’s near

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