On the Horizon
On the
horizon, comes flashing storm clouds,
dark and grey.
Looking from heaven
above, the Father sees land so dry.
In vengeance, a storm comes, pouring
water on thirsty ground.
With His
fist, gathering clouds together. rain
comes, now found.
With Flashing
clouds, a tempest comes on this
long-awaited day.
Filled with
anticipation, God’s people wait in
wonder.
As storm clouds release, they
stand in awe as He thunders.
Satan
gathering forces in one mind, he wreaks
provocation.
With darkness covering,
God’s people rise and shine in wonder.
Questioning, are these the birth pangs
foretold so long ago?
Thirst
unquenchable, they ask for more for the
dry and thirsty ground.
Crying
repent, they shout for times of
refreshing to be found.
Walking
circumspectly, new wineskins, they
prepare for His anointing.
Knowing
it's time to shine, they prepare for His
glory.
Preparing, they ask for rain
in the time of the latter anointing.
Casting spells of hate, Satan comes,
lying and destroying.
Great and
strong, His army comes, destroying
schemes of darkness.
Waiting on Him,
strength increases for what’s coming.
As praise arises upon those who follow,
they respond in love.
Without effect,
weapons of darkness give way to the
light above.
The chosen linking
arms, they march together in step,
onward.
Their own mountains to take,
the anointing thrusts them forward.
Like the noise of a mighty army, they
advance in step with one another.
An
ear to the Father’s voice, they march,
having found perfect position.
Looking with delight, He breathes on
them, giving fierceness and vision.
On the horizon His anointing
increases as the glory of God settles.
The blind and deaf are healed, while
multitudes are fed without trouble.
Rain asked for comes in full force as
they march, Heeding His voice.
The
fullness spoken of evident, the
anointing comes in full force.
Multitudes upon multitudes giving heed,
their battle cry is heard.
Like
David, losing and recovering all,
they're told to recover all.
In
battle array, they go, recovering all
that the enemy stole in the fall.
In
hatred, those casting spells stand
defenseless, drained of color.
The
earth quaking before them, His army
marches as the heavens tremble.
Executing God's word, the day of
the Lord at hand, they prevail.
A day of
darkness and of gloominess, a day of
clouds and darkness, like the morning
clouds spread over the mountains, a
people come great and strong, the like
of whom has never been; nor wil lbe
there ever be any such after them, even
for many successive generations.
Joel
2:2
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