O Profeta

I don’t know how to sing, I don’t know how to pray
I can’t make pretty songs
Like so many people do
I’m like a child who can only babble
That’s how your love made me prophesy

My prophecy is made of joy
I can’t sing about lost love
Like so many people do
I’m like a child who turns night into day
After making the morning, I’m smiling with joy

I sing when I cry, I sing to smile
My prophecy the whole world will hear
I sing for peace, I sing against war
I sing to sweep away the selfishness of this war

Your love told me to speak of peace
I don’t know how to talk about armistice like so many people do
I believe in the child, in the young, and in the old
In my life, I will write your gospel