Prophets

Once Brooks use to chuckle and speech would flow The birds could sing and the trees could grow The shade was cool and the sun wasn’t harsh Skin wasn’t wrinkled and the face would glow Now Prophets are sent and scriptures reveled Temples are erected and priests are skilled God to the heavens will now retreat Yes! Able, son of Adam, Cain has killed The tide in the River is now on the low Shores are dry only marshes now grow The light is fading, the day seem passed We are all thirsty ’n a drop doesn’t flow Once mighty River that flowed everywhere Left some Water with Prophets and Sear Come to the Whole and quench your thirst The end of the Times, now so near