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Tuesday, 21 June 2011

prophetic poem

The harvest is coming beyond the horizon
My light is shining through the dark world
Have faith my children the time is drawing near
Behold look to the sky and see the signs
I will come with my heavenly angels
Coming to bring all my children home
So stretch fourth your hands to the coming king
Reach out your hand to the lonely and lost
My fire will come and purge your hearts
And make you pure in my sight
Make ready for the wedding feast
For i am coming soon
I’m preparing my church to be my bride
I’m coming with power and majesty
Release to me your heart felt praise
Lift your mind and spirit to me
: Release your fears release you guilt
Come and make ready for your king

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