The unction from your lips
Satisfies my prophesying tips
As the belly of the sky is about to burst with rain
My days are not done stopping the rain

By faith every word uttered
As though everything mattered
The sky grew clear
So comes the sunshine dear

But with every prophecy comes a price
It is for me to give you advice
Painting a picture to show
Every time you will glow

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