lost cities prophesying

I who searcheth the nite and rest the storm waves of the city.... when I call will anyone hear and if they hear will they harken to my voice My voice like the waters that flow into vein streets and nourish the dark alley wanderers where you stand, struggle and hunger I heal the street of your spirit deep in the city where you lay awake for I am wide awake with the sounds of your prayers like thunder across your pain yet i speaketh over your life this nite unto your watchmen earnest sight come prophesy with me and raise the deadness of the city where it sleeps...yet my words move the nite and yet more I desire to restore you still in this nite...... I who searcheth the nite and rest the storm waves of the city.... when I call will anyone hear and if they hear will they harken to my voice My voice like the waters that flow into vein streets and nourish the dark alley wanderers where you stand, struggle and hunger I heal the street of your spirit deep in the city where you lay awake for I am wide awake with the sounds of your prayers like thunder across your pain yet i speaketh over your life this nite unto your watchmen earnest sight come prophesy with me and raise the deadness of the city where it sleeps...yet my words move the nite and yet more I desire to restore you still in this nite...... poem prophesying