Days Of Elijah Robin Mark
Behold He comes...
Riding on the clouds, shining like the sun, at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, year of Jubilee, out of Zion's hill, salvation comes
These are the days of Elijah, declairing 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
Lift your voice, year of Jubilee, out of Zion's hill, salvation comes
These are the days of Ezekiel, the dry bones becoming as flesh
And these are the days of Your servant David, rebuilding a temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest, the fields are as white in Your world
And we are the laborers in Your vineyard declaring the Word of the the Lord
Behold He comes...
Riding on the clouds, shining like the sun, at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, year of Jubilee, out of Zion's hill, salvation comes
There's no God like Jehovan! There's no God like Jehovan!
Behold He comes...
Riding on the clouds, shining like the sun, at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, year of Jubilee, out of Zion's hill, salvation comes
Lift your voice, year of Jubilee, out of Zion's hill, salvation...comes