Reluctant ride in the middle of the belly of a whale
A wheel on fire in the middle of the sky
Abandoned baby kicking on the side of the road
And a wife has died but you’re denied the right to cry
Three men walk out protected from a furnace of flame
One man cries out from a miry well
See a man in the myrtles and women with the wind in their wings
Understand what these seared lips can tell
I am the prophet and I smolder and burn
I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn
To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I hold out hope to everyone who hears and understands
The Word of God can echo in the voice of a man
He’s the shadow of a great rock in a dry and weary land
With the names of the ones He loved carved into His hands
I am the prophet and I smolder and burn
I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn
To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
The sorrow in His anger, my eyes weep His tears
His life alight in me
I am the sword that cuts His people apart
I speak the Word that comforts their faithless hearts
I am the prophet and I smolder and burn
I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn
To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I am the prophet and I smolder and burn
I scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learn
To hear with your own ears with your own eyes to see
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I am the prophet, won’t you listen to me?
I am the prophet
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