The Prophet’s Word

Prophet’s fire shut up in his bones
Dances, flickers, rises,
Mirroring the Spirit.

Words of Truth fall like gentle rain.

Words of Truth rage like thunderstorms.

Words of Truth pierce like driven hail.

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