The Prophet

Glorious day
When I found the joy of Jesus
When He claimed my soul
For the glory of the Kingdom

The gift He gave to me
Is one of earthly sorrow
It's been revealed to me
The depth of the darkness
In the hearts of men

I don't see full color anymore
I see in black and white
In simplicity I clearly see
The tragedy of complexity

We are guided by our pain
Encouraged by desire
We selfishly restrain
While the desires of our hearts
Remain unchanged

We will hide in the holes of the rock
In the caves of the earth
From the terror of the Lord
And the glory of His majesty

Separate yourself
From the foolish man
Who leads you astray
And destroys your way
Of what account is he
Of what account is he

Woe
To the man
Who does not regard
The work of the Lord

Woe
To the man
Who does not consider
The work of His hands

Woe
To the man
Who calls
Evil good

Woe
To the man
Who is righteous
In his own eyes

Come, let us go up
To the mountain of the Lord
We will learn His ways
We shall walk on His path

This day shall come to pass
And men will know peace
With hearts full of love
They will find it in His word
And through the blood of the Son
Through the blood of the Son
The holy, precious blood of the Son
Blood of the Son

Woe
To the man
Who does not regard
The work of the Lord

Woe
To the man
Who does not consider
The work of His hands

Woe
To the man
Who calls
Evil good

Woe
To the man
Who is righteous
In his own eyes
Who is righteous
In his own eyes
Righteous
In his own eyes