Voice of the Prophets

The greatest need, the greatest deed

The coming of the chosen seed

The hour is late, the news is great

So tell the world that they may heed

The Voice of the Prophets tell of Glory

The Voice of the Prophets sing the song

The Voice of the Prophets tell the story

But how long will we ignore them? For how long?

With a voice not born of arrogance or anger

Or a spirit that wants to hear from itself

It is born out of suffering and waiting

On the Lord who would manifest himself.

Writing from their woundedness

And breaking forth in cries

The prophet is a man of God

And to himself he dies

The prophet acts his lessons in a drama

And the prophet crafts his words as poetry

The prophet is an artist on an altar

And teller of a tale of purity.

Speaking from their anquish

And standing all alone

The Prophets still are telling forth

The word God would make known.

The Voice of the Prophets tell of Glory

The Voice of the Prophets sing the song

The Voice of the Prophets tell the story

But how long will we ignore them? For how long?

Anthony Foster 6-18-02