The law and the Prophet

Great steemains, good day and happy Sunday

In the days of old
When all things were whole
Whenever the Law meets the Prophet
The Prophet always becomes the Prefect.

They-two- would never meet
Unless on matters of great value
And each time they finally met.

They Prophet would never lose his value.
Sighting the Prophet from afar
The Law would descend from his chambers.

In humility, prostrates before the Prophet
Waiting to hear the message from above.
What must I do?, the Law will cry
Cos what he heard was so deep
Causing him from his heart to weep
And the marrows in his bones to dry.
Today, the reverse is the case.

The Prophet meets the Law at will
Even on matters of less importance
And on most times, the Law becomes the Prefect.

Sighting the Prophets from afar
The Law will whisper to his servants
Tell the Prophet I'm not around.

There's no brown envelope in this house.
Sheepishly, the Prophet will leave.

In his carnal mind, the Law is not around
Had he went with the Spirit from above
He would have discerned that the Law was around.

My clime would have been the best
Had the Prophets stayed true to their callings.

The Law would have governed with fear
That one day, the Prophet may pay a visit.
On the last day, the Prophet will tell the Creator.

It was the Law that spoiled the creation
And I heard the Law hitting out hard
Had the Prophet rebuked me, I wouldn't be that hard.

I'm glad we shall all stand
On the temple of ETERNAL Justice
And the SUPREME Prophet shall spread the scroll.

Then, the Law and the Prophets will never cease to shiver