The Prophet’s Sway

Prophets sometimes singe our ears
With fire and brimstone amid the cheers
Tint tots caught up in the swell
Of sinners bent on avoiding Hell
From crippled knees to jumping about
They reach for the Heavens and often shout
Hallelujah Brother.....praise the Lord
They all are united in their quests
Buttons popping off men's chests
Women throw out their chests
So proud are they of one another
Enmasse they all are united
Marching arm in arm.....Hand in hand
To the blare of a righteous, moral band
God's new Army of raw recruits
Who will fight new battles
As they struggle to reach the Promised Land
With hopes of finding ever lasting life
That's free of sin..... and free of strife

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