Poetry

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I will sit at Zion’s gates
Until the City of God speaks,
I will press on daily
As the Master allows
Restoration for a nation is what I seek.
From the East to the West
Overseas and across the Atlantic,
Whispers from the Holy Mountain
Will be edifying and didactic.
From the North to the South
Peoples and tribes, groups and castes,
it matters not,
I cry unto God,
"Father God heal our land"
Return, bless your people,
Increase our spiritual lot!
May we be who you say we are;
‘A Royal Priesthood’
A peculiar people in all the earth
May we be known as spiritual man,
Kings in the Kingdom
Spiritual Giants,
A Holy people who know their worth!

Mighty God by your spirit alone
Might my spirit and yours agree
So that mountains can be cast aside,
Lives changed and turned around completely
So that whoever looks may evidently see.
Let us grow mighty in spirit, in Jesus name,
So that miracles signs and wonders may follow
That you alone may increase in fame!
Give us Dunomous Power over every plan from hell
Give us supernatural Perception so that we can tell
What you are doing,
And what you are about to do,
How to move in the spirit,
And see the world through you,
From your point of view!
You are God and you are spirit
And we are your children,
We are spiritual man
Please keep us from habitual routine
And obsessing over our imperfect plan!
Please pour into us living water
So that spiritual man does not slumber nor sleep
Reveal to us your mysteries,
So your perfect plan
That you entrust to us
For your Honour,
We will diligently keep.

Quote; "Don't tear the house down - our imperfection will become our perfection when we build one another up" - Sandra Rosemary Cowan

Written by Sandra Cowan. Not to be reproduced without the Authors consent. Copyright 2006.

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