The Sword of The LORD is in the Hands of His Warrior Bride! — 4 Comments


    Sing O barren for the children of the desolate

    Are more than the children of the married

    She’ll be Led By His Eyes and from the multitudes

    She’ll be walking on the water not ferried

    She’ll press into The Heart That Alone Can Deliver

    Can Alone Be Called Faithful and True

    She won’t be sweating about the Agenda

    For she knows its her Lover Who Will Do

    She’s Clothed and Possessed By A Pillar Of Fire

    Not a pot of strange fire stew

    Angels decending and ascending by a Cloud of Glory

    Standing in the gap till the Harvest Is Through

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