Profetiza

Prophesy, son of man
In your lips is my voice
Your ears and your eyes
Will open, and you will see
From the womb I call your name
Among many I chose you, for the nations
Go ahead, do not look back
Do not fear
With a live coal I touched you
With my blood I justified you
Stretch out your hands, prophesy, prophesy
And I will do
The dead will rise, the deaf will hear
The desert will give rivers of living waters
The sea will part, the children will be born
To the sound of my voice on your lips
Prophesy, Prophesy Son of Man
Prophesy, Prophesy Son of Man