The Prophet

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 the 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
Won't you listen to me?

I am the prophet
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