Profit of the unprofitable Prophets'

Profit of the unprofitable Prophets'

These prophets' hear their God speak in their dreams
God has spoken to us all so we must gleam

Preach and teach the words of the Christ and his life
His Father's promise of an everlasting life

We must bound up the words in a most Holy book

So the prophets' preach and they teach the children of the world

They say: who is the beneficiary of a love gone wrong or a stray?
The children shout we do not know so go away

Only Death would gain so the prophets' say

Who profits from mistrust and fear
The children shout we do not know and we don't care 

Only Death shout the prophets' only Death

What does he gain with his lies? Shout the prophets'
The children cry what prophets' what?

Your souls these prophets scream
We have been told so in our dreams

How can we win the children cry
Trust in Him the prophets' reply

Trust in who? The children shout in who and why?
Tell us prophet's tell us! Who?

These prophets shout have you not heard?
Have you not read?

Why Jesus is the One  God's only begotten Son
For the Law has made us all guilty of sin, and not one soul can win

Yes sin has sentenced us all to die and Death he waits for us all
He and his lies the children cry,  how than may we be saved?

Believe on Him these prophets' say; love and follow our Lord

He will paid the price, He will die, and He will make the sacrifice
He will shed his Holy blood and He will take our stripes, He will do it all 

Because of His and our Father's love for this world

He will do it for all of those who will believe, so don't be deceived by Death
Do not fail life's test

What is this? The children sneer and spit upon the ground
An everlasting life where  is it where can it be found ?

We can't see it here, the children shout,  every one dies with out a doubt

The prophets' explain as the children continue to sneer

In Heaven is our eternal life with God the Creator of the world and its treats
A place without tears, a place with out fears, you will walk upon golden streets

An angry child shouts what will you profit from us you prophets'

Your love child, your love and our Father's love too

The stones begin to fly, the prophets' cry why?
We have not lie to you!

Die you dreamers die as every one will
Take your stories and go away with your swill

The prophets' stand and continue to preach
There they continue to teach and to reach

The crowd was turn by Death's unholy voice
As he whispered in only one of the little children's ear 

They lie stone them for me, they lie stone them for me

I will give you all your heart can want here and now
Do it and I'll take this imaginary soul now 

I will give you silver for it, feed your belly today
Forget this soul and this dream of theirs
It can't happen it will never happen any way

After the prophets' fell bloody and beaten down to the ground

The children turn and walk away 
I watched on as the sky opened up and doves

Flew to the ground with olive twigs in their beaks
Then one of the birds begun to speak

Watch child for time is at hand
come unto the promised Land

I John was standing there all alone as these doves flew away
I knelt and begun to pray
 
Is any one there?
Speak unto me, please

I'll give you my soul if it will please
I John believe 

One soul, only one soul was profited
On that unprofitable day