What If Isaiah, Jeremiah, and the Prophets Wrote One Song? | Prophets Cry

Описание: What if Isaiah, Jeremiah, and the prophets wrote one song?
Prophets Cry is a biblical blues song inspired by the voices of Old Testament prophets who warned the people, spoke the truth, and were not heard. Drawing from the prophetic books of the Bible, this song captures the sound of warnings before judgment — loneliness, resistance, and faithfulness to God’s word.

This track is for listeners interested in Bible-inspired music, Old Testament prophecy, dark gospel blues, and cinematic biblical storytelling through song.

[VERSE 1]
I stand alone on this dusty hill,
My bones are tired, but my voice is steel.
"Turn from your idols, the fire is near,"
But they laugh at my words, they don't want to hear.
They drink and dance while the sky turns red,
They plug their ears to the things I've said.

[PRE-CHORUS]
I feel the thunder on the way,
But they just turn their eyes away…

[CHORUS]
Prophets cry in the wilderness,
Shouting truth into the emptiness.
Prophets cry, but they turn their heads,
Till the fire falls and the city’s dead.
Prophets cry, but the hearts stay hard,
Till the ground breaks open in their yard.
Prophets cry, but they won't believe—
Till the smoke is all that's left to breathe.

[VERSE 2]
Jeremiah wept for a broken town,
Isaiah saw kingdoms falling down.
"Wash your hands, let your hearts be clean,"
But they chose the lie and refused the scene.
They stoned the ones who spoke the word,
Silenced every warning they ever heard.

[PRE-CHORUS]
I see the writing on the wall,
They laugh today, but they're bound to fall…

[CHORUS]
Prophets cry in the wilderness,
Shouting truth into the emptiness.
Prophets cry, but they turn their heads,
Till the fire falls and the city’s dead.
Prophets cry, but the hearts stay hard,
Till the ground breaks open in their yard.
Prophets cry, but they won't believe—
Till the smoke is all that's left to breathe.

[BRIDGE]
I tell You, Lord, I'm worn and weak,
I've spent my life just trying to speak.
But if I'm the last one left to stand,
I'll still hold tight to Your command.
If they don't listen, if they don't care,
I'll keep on shouting this one last prayer.

[FINAL CHORUS]
Prophets cry, but You still hear,
Every whisper, every tear.
Prophets cry though the crowds move on,
Your word remains when they are gone.
Prophets cry, and the nations shake,
When the ground gives way and the idols break.
Prophets cry, and when flames arise,
They’ll remember every warning in our eyes.

[OUTRO]
I stand alone on this dusty hill…
But Your voice is speaking still.