Days Of Elijah
These
are the days of Elijah
Declaring
the Word of the Lord
And
these are the days
Of
Your servant, Moses
Righteousness
being restored
And
though these are days of great trials
Of
famine and darkness and sword
Still
we are the voice
In
the desert crying
"Prepare
ye the way of the Lord."
Behold
He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining
like the sun at the trumpet call
So
lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And
out of
And
these are the days of Ezekiel,
The
dry bones becoming as flesh;
And
these are the days
Of
Your servant, David,
Rebuilding
the temple of praise;
These
are the days of the harvest,
The
fields are white in the world;
And
we are Your laborers
In
the vineyard,
Declaring the Word of the Lord