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Words for a Prophet (A. Fields)

 


I first saw your face 

on a billboard that read 

“I’m coming to town and 

I’d like you to join me.” 


I’d never been saved, 

so I made the decision 

to visit the stage 

you’d put up downtown. 


I thought I’d be early but 

the crowd had already 

surrounded the gate 

the night before. 


There was some feedback 

testing the P.A. 

but the music erupted 

in time to begin. 



And you know what you have done… 


Words of a prophet. 

A message that’s not meant to 

be from you. 

You praise their truth 

and claim there’s proof, 

but only for profit. 

And so, to you “prophet”… 


Yes I know what you have done! 



“Thank you for coming” 

came over the PA 

from the mouth of the DJ 

that introduced you. 


Everyone there was 

having a good time 

awaiting the headline 

they thought was the truth. 


You came out slinging 

your magical punchlines 

that only made sense 

to those who approve. 


From where I was standing 

your smile condescended 

and your words told me nothing 

‘bout nothing at all. 



I close my eyes. 

As I 

try to breathe 

I feel 

your lies 

suffocate me. 



I showed up to see you 

and hear what you’d say 

and stayed at the end ‘cause 

I wanted to meet you. 


If anyone here today 

was a believer 

the words they received 

they’ll hold in their heart. 


But what were you saying? 

I couldn’t quite make out 

the gist of your message 

between the applause. 


What I was hearing 

is not worth repeating, 

‘cause what you kept saying 

was nothing at all. 



And you know what you have done… 


Words of a prophet. 

A message that’s not meant to 

be from you. 

You praise their truth 

and claim there’s proof, 

but only for profit. 

And so to you “prophet”… 


Yes I know what you have done

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