Prophecy of the living word
🔥 Prophecy of the Living Word 🔥
Hear, O child of dust, draw near,
For the Voice of Ages thunders clear;
Thus saith the Lord, whose breath is flame:
By Word I wrought the world to name.
I spoke—and night was split from day,
I breathed—and stars took flight to sway;
At My command the mountains stirred,
Creation bowed before My Word.
And lo, into your mortal frame
I placed a spark of sacred Name;
A tongue of fire, a prophet’s key—
The echo of eternity.
When truth is voiced, the heavens rise,
When mercy speaks, the darkness dies;
When justice rolls from human breath,
It topples thrones and conquers death.
For language is no earthly art,
But covenant carved into the heart;
A living psalm, a sword of light,
A torch against the jaws of night.
So speak with awe, ye sons of clay—
For each soft word may shape the way;
A blessing breathed can shift the air,
A curse can crumble kingdoms fair.
Thus saith the Lord, whose voice is fire:
Your words are sparks of My desire;
Guard them well, for each is sown
With power borrowed from My throne.
And know this truth, forever heard:
Your mortal tongue bears My immortal Word.
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