Michael Card - The Prophet lyrics

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