Michael Card - The Prophet Lyrics
Reluctant ride in the middle of the belly of a whaleA wheel on fire in the middle of the skyAbandoned baby kicking on the side of the roadAnd a wife has died but you're denied the right to cryThree men walk out protected from a furnace of flameOne man cries out from a miry wellSee a man in the myrtles and women with the wind in their wingsUnderstand what these seared lips can tellChorus:I am the prophet and I smolder and burnI scream and cry and wonder why you never seemed to learnTo hear with your own ears with your own eyes to seeI 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 understandsThe Word of God can echo in the voice of a manHe's the shadow of a great rock in a dry and weary landWith the names of the ones He loved carved into His handsCHORUSThe sorrow in His anger, my eyes weep His tearsHis life alight in meI am the sword that cuts His people apartI speak the Word that comforts their faithless heartsCHORUS (2x)I am the prophetWords and music by Michael Card 1992 Birdwing Music and BMG Songs, Inc. (ASCAP)
