Poetry

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Sound the horns at the gates of Zion
let her know the time is here
To fill her vessels, with precious oil
O' Zion, do not fear

Your King is sounding the songs of gladness
so your joy will over-flow
O' give your God praise and glory
for we, are about to sow

Don't let there be the sounds of mournings
for so many has been shut up
Why has the trumpets became silent
what did happen to the joy cup

O' wake out of sleep O' Zion
and pick up your armor and shields
The arm of the Lord will be your strength
now lets go and reap the fields

Gather up your weapons of praise and honor
take back your place in God
No more holding back, get back on track
for our God is on our side

Let not bitterness and stife fill the heart
cast malice and hate, out the door
Send envy on it's way and reclaim your days
and stand firm, forever more

Be wise whom you choose for your company
if they don't know what your about
For when it gets tight, they may take a flight
and there they go on another route

This walk with the Lord is not by sight
it goes on in the darkest hour
With tales untold, we got to keep a hold
for we move, only by his power

No carnal weapons do we use in this war
but rely in what the word will say
That God will give by his Holy Spirit
to lead us in the right way

O' the barren land will flourish once more
if our hearts can only believe
Sound the trumpets in Zion, and shout for joy
and God will his power relieve

For we don't serve a weak God,
He is, our tower of strength
Strong in battle for those that know
and such power has no length

He says to us to just be strong
and keep his word within
Build up our faith and go back in the battle
and see this race to the end

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