I was about to have a day of misery

Because I thought I missed Your prophesy

 

Heed this like you need a seed

Your words are insurmountable to me

 

This virtue is true

These words inspire you

 

I wouldn’t care if I got one minute of sleep

As long as I got one word to console the weak

 

Do you need any guidance?

For fears and mirrors try to blind us

 

Guide my pen to form anew

Inclusive to all and delivered through You

 

Prophecy teach me words to the sick and dying

Alone we initiate the source of crying

 

Like my words on to greet

To read to anyone out of sleep