The Lord is pouring His Spirit out in these final, trembling days and hearts once cold are burning, and silent lips now praise.
Dreams are stirring in the weary, visions rise in young and old and the Gospel flame grows brighter as the ancient words unfold.
Chains are breaking in the shadows, truth is marching through the land for the Spirit of the Living God is moving by His sovereign hand.
Prodigals are turning homeward, the broken lift their heads and the thirsty find their filling where His living waters spread.
Signs remind us time is closing, but fear has lost its voice for the Bride is being readied and the heavens soon rejoice.
So let the trumpet echo softly through every soul awake The Lord is pouring His Spirit out His promise no man can break.
And when the sky splits open, and the King of Glory comes every knee shall bow before Him, and every tongue proclaim:
Jesus is Lord forever the same.
Jol 2:28 And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions:
