The Song Of The Prophets

Shall we, the saints of
These last days, not bend
Our ears—yea listen close
With hearts atuned unto God’s Word
Spoken down thru ages past
Unto His faithful prophets old?
Who, singing out their message
As it were on ten stringed harps
Like vibrant music, faint at first,
Comes humming, singing, carried on
By winds of time along

To us—upon whom the age
Doth end, ’til now
The music swells into
A mighty orchestra of melodies,
A swelling chorus with
One single theme—Salvation for mankind.
That in ages still to come
God’s perfect will shall bless the earth
Thru Christ his Son—Redeemer–King.

Poems of the Way