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NARRATOR:
We have heard the voice of the prophets
Echoing like thunder,
Rumbling out of the wilderness,
Crashing like lightening in the night sky,
Illuminating dark clouds,
Revealing light in all that black void.
At other times the voice whispers
Into the stillness of waiting
The silence of silence.
It whispers of ancient prophecies
Faintly echoing hope.
Soft like a breeze, it caresses
And tenderly sings of love
Its ultimate message.
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