"Thou Art Holy"

Holy is our cry, as we bow in obeisance, to the One who reigns in 

 Glory, the One who rules with power and wonders

He owns the heavens, and proves with winds of authority, and the

 sights and sounds of lightnings and thunder

Holy, Holy, Holy, rises to His ears in our humble surrender to the

Lover of our souls, the great I AM

We are between His face and His fury in this time of "Noah," and

 we see the Lion emerge from the Lamb

Maranatha! is our shout as we gaze into the heavens, urging our

 God to come like a thief, and give us flight

His light is burning bright in the glow of His bride, but she longs

 for her groom in the wee hours of night

"Come, my beloved," is her ever yearning plea; blow the trumpet

 and gather me in Your arms so strong

But, the groom bares His arm; Isaiah 52 and 10 states His stance;

 He's showing the Nations to whom they belong

There's war in the heavens and war in the earth, for the final

 battle to Harvest the beloved of their God

It's a moving in the Spirit, a feeling like never before, this

 Euroclydon surge, that to the lost seems so odd 

Oh, stand and watch, ye laodicean world, for the hour has come

 for Spirit upon all flesh and exploits untold

You are in the middle of white fields and the reapers are coming,

so get ready for the brilliance of God to unfold

Destiny has arrived for prophecy to speak, and the mountains and

 the valleys will look for a place to hide

The Lion of Judah has given the final call to all those who wish to

 escape Tribulation, and would prefer to ride

It's a Rapture call to one and all, a nudge that bows the knee, and

 brings forth tears of sorrow, and repentance

No one is exempt; either we're ready to fly in the night sky, or we

 suffer Tribulation with judgment and vengeance

Evil has a final date with Jesus Christ, but first He'll remove His

 redeemed, and we'll be with Him ever and always

He says to repent and be filled with His Spirit, with tongues of His

 utterance; and be baptized in Jesus' name today

For we know not the hour when our Lord will come; we just know
 we feel His closeness; it's soon and very soon

Yield to the Holy One who looks for honest hearts, and be ready in

 the morning, at night, or at noon

The whispers are getting louder and time is running out; call to

 Your Creator; He's ready, your sins to pardon

He's prepared a place for You; it's streets of gold, walls of jasper,

 gates of pearl; it's greater than Eden's garden

Do you hear Him call your name in the darkness of the night?

  Give him your life, and come to Him boldly

He's the Lily of your valley, and your bright and morning star; to

 know Him is to love Him; you'll sing "Thou Art Holy."

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Pastor Kenneth Phillips

(He knows the HOLY ONE!  
He just announced he is "cancer free!"
Hallelujah to God!)

PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas

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God Bless you, dear one, and I know He will!

Karen Phillips
Thank You, Lord Jesus, for her Miracle!
We Believe!

Pastor Randy Phillips
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