Prophecy

It comes upon a man who’s battled for a long time. Who knows the despair of broken dreams and dead end roads. who’s learnt humbleness – enough to ask for a clue out of his desolation. It comes upon a man who’s only just begun; who’s head is full of untried visions and vain hopes; Who’s youth is arrested mid-stride as he looks into the unknown without fear. It comes upon anyone at any time, who will only listen for long enough to hear the challenge of the future; To what could be or could be cancelled. Prophecy involves a joint effort that’s never cast in stone. It’s cast in a living, growing heart; A picture which can be accepted or refused. Finally, it’s up to us; To step up to it and be harnessed, Or decend back into random living. Here is the future man Will you yield?