Prophets
From where you are,
Half desperate in the dark,
Can you see one bright star
The Messianic spark?
He is what drove
You to such desperate speech,
A bow of love,
Shining beyond your reach.
Power and wealth?
No warrior nor a king,
Who gave himself,
A perfect offering.
Now content rest,
Your prophets' work is done;
Israel is blest
In Jesus, God's own son.