"And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the
bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him."
(Matthew 25:6)
It was like an Awakening of the soul and spirit, when at first we felt Your touch of love, so utterly sublime. "How can my heart flutter with such joy, and my spirit feel so free in glory and beauty?" we wondered at the time. Oh, it was the One who held us as dust, and formed us by His love, who caressed us with His Holy hands. He's the Creator of the universe, who loves what He made; He watches o'er the earth, His own created lands.
Jesus Christ is The Way, The Truth, and The Life! It was like an Awakening of the soul and spirit, when at first we felt Your touch of love, so utterly sublime. "How can my heart flutter with such joy, and my spirit feel so free in glory and beauty?" we wondered at the time. Oh, it was the One who held us as dust, and formed us by His love, who caressed us with His Holy hands. He's the Creator of the universe, who loves what He made; He watches o'er the earth, His own created lands.
It's no wonder when a soul looks in His eyes, with love returned in
worship, that His Spirit floods our beings
And, it's more than prickling chill bumps, tinglings, the rampage of
mortal emotions, and run amok feelings
No human can describe the splendor of the Holy Ghost and fire, that erupts like a volcano, in glorious joy. The strings of our hearts sing in tongues, as we're carried away in the arms of love; it's a heavenly awing ploy. We experience a "Maranatha" before its time, as our Redeemer takes up residence, in His home of reformed dust. And, we get a foretaste of paradise in an earthly moment, a dance rises in the freedom, of the once sinful and unjust.
We fly like we have wings, released to explore the flames of the Holy Ghost, in a triumph of seeking wonder. "Who wouldn't want more?" we ask, when we consider the power that roared through our souls, like shaking thunder. So, the chords of singing fill the stillness in the air, when at last we settle into our abode, above earth's woes and cares. We have become new and shining from His light and love; it's apparent to all who know us, from their oft stares. The dust has become a new creation, infilled with Love from the Lover of our souls. He has touched our tongue with fire, and our quivering lips with hot coals.
No, it is holy power unspeakable and full of glory, the explosion of heaven, from portals beyond our knowing. Ah, it's like rain, snow, fragrant breezes, winds of fire, the scent of roses and a niagara of love, unleashed and flowing. "Take me, I'm Yours," is our fervent cry, from lips touched by heaven's flames, and hearts instantly remade. The lover of our souls has invaded us with ecstasy, and now we've been made clean; we're righteously arrayed.
No love can compare to our Savior's relentless mercy, love and
grace; we are humbled to our trembling knees
And, as we bow, we're mounting up like eagles, soaring in His
embrace, flying above snake lines, to lofty aeries
No human can describe the splendor of the Holy Ghost and fire, that erupts like a volcano, in glorious joy. The strings of our hearts sing in tongues, as we're carried away in the arms of love; it's a heavenly awing ploy. We experience a "Maranatha" before its time, as our Redeemer takes up residence, in His home of reformed dust. And, we get a foretaste of paradise in an earthly moment, a dance rises in the freedom, of the once sinful and unjust.
Oh, there's nothing like it; it's a lilt of the soul, diving to depths
and climbing to heights, in one swoop of delight
And the light floods our bodies in a miraculous consumption, of
the dregs from hopelessness, and darkness of night
We fly like we have wings, released to explore the flames of the Holy Ghost, in a triumph of seeking wonder. "Who wouldn't want more?" we ask, when we consider the power that roared through our souls, like shaking thunder. So, the chords of singing fill the stillness in the air, when at last we settle into our abode, above earth's woes and cares. We have become new and shining from His light and love; it's apparent to all who know us, from their oft stares. The dust has become a new creation, infilled with Love from the Lover of our souls. He has touched our tongue with fire, and our quivering lips with hot coals.
It was "the experience;" from Acts 2 and 38, that joined us to
Jesus, and cleared us from all our sins and wrongs
Ah, it is beautiful, it's like awesome mystery, unfolded in a rush of
glory, the Word from above, in us; it's like a song
We're His Bride, His Church, His beloved, His creation, and the
"dust," whom our God died and arose loving
It's time to look up, O mighty Saints; the time is drawing nigh; the
trump will announce Him; "He's Coming!"
(Visit promiselandchurch.net and theexperience238.com.)
Repent, be filled with the Holy Ghost, and be
baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ for
the remission of sins! Do it today and be ready!
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PromiseLand Church, Austin, Texas
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Bless You; your cares are our prayers! Please help us reach the
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We are One in Passion, and One in Purpose loving the Lord and loving
His world! God Bless You, and I know He surely will!
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PromiseLand Church!
We're praying, bringing in the Harvest,
experiencing The Glory, and ready
for the Bridegroom!
experiencing The Glory, and ready
for the Bridegroom!
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