Prophet Lyrics

By the shore, the angel swore, time shall be no more

By him that created the things that are, small book in hand dear Prophet

Prophet, Prophet

Prophecy again before many peoples

Before nations, tongues, and kings, words sweet as honey

Message of what heavenly equals

Making the belly bitter, will it speak evil

Prophets were slain for the love of money

What was prophesied stung like rockets

Making people choose either life or riches in their pockets

And the word of the prophet was cast aside

The leaders mocked it

Bearing it causes stomachs to cringe

By holding onto the mystery

Cynical hearers scoffed at it all though history

A murderous binge not restricting the saint

Stock into prophet, faithful men wont faint

Prophet

By the shore, the angel swore, time shall be no more

By him that created the things that are, small book in hand dear Prophet

Prophet, Prophet

A reward meets the obedient as clearance

When the mystery is finally finished time shall be no longer

Declared to his servants who love his appearance

Ever and ever the Lord lives although martyred

Visited men on earth, his kin

Made flesh and surrendered in the garden

Taking the sword and script,

Following the doctrines of the prophet delivering from Egypt

Words of grace to the ear, although riches are sold

New end of fear to a reborn son emergent

Stars will fold one day and the throne will appear

Garments washed with pure detergent

Prophet

By the shore, the angel swore, time shall be no more

By him that created the things that are, small book in hand dear Prophet

Prophet, Prophet