The Cry Of A Lone Prophet

I'm a lone voice


A prophet without a pulpit


and man with a mission


A man that is waiting on the sands of time


to pass until the Lord is ready


for the message to come to maturity

I am man misunderstood


Maligned not trusted and not understood


I feel like I am stuck in the Old Testament


Like a prophet of doom


I see judgment looming


Almost crashing over my country and yours

I see an angry God with a backslidden church


I see the church that have lost their first love


And false prophets and teachers teaching people to err


and I feel like screaming in the streets


Feel like taking a full page advertisement in the paper


And prophesying over my nation

But I lack money and I am restrained


by the loving hand of God


Whose Sprit tells me what to do


And whose Spirit directs me what to write

Even if my grammar and spelling need attention


The message is true and from the throne room


I hear the thunder and the lightning

I hear the hooves of the four horseman of the apocalypse


I feel and see the Lord jump on the white horse


And Mary she bids her master goodbye and the scrolls are open


And the book of Revelation is open and


John the apostle seems to have seen our world

What is the matter why can't they see?

That life on earth is worse then


any time in history


And the evil is coming worse and worse and


men and women are out of control


And the church is not keeping a standard

but flirting in the world like a wanton harlot

Where are the voices of judgment?


Who is blowing the trumpets of warning?


Where is the rebuke and stiff arm of correction?


Who is speaking the word of the Lord?


Doesn't the world care?


Are they all preachers preaching to itching ears?


Where is the truth?


What is wrong?


And am I to be a lone prophet a weeping prophet?


Meeting people from heaven to comfort me


As I have few on earth that feel my grief.

Oh for a company of prophets


Oh for a real voice of the Lord


Oh for the right way and correction

for the great harlot that has sold her harlotry to the world


as the Beast comes he will love her for a time


this seducing church, their prosperity covetous doctrine


That ensnares the church with the lusts of the flesh

Oh God take me home.