Poetry

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A vision from Heaven’s kitchen

I have a vision of a mighty army taking over
Not just any army but a mighty army
I have a vision of thunder and rain falling down to wash away the pain of the land
Even the beasts of the field will pronounce their joy as the angels in the heavens assemble
Even the rocks will be moved and the trees will sway to the cry of the cherubim’s ensemble
Little Children will hum melodies so sweet that their mothers will shed tears unexplained, and in that instant the hearts of their fathers will be changed

As the saints are gathered together, the King will be exalted forever!

I have a vision where the church will no longer sleep but march
Each man taking his own rank, yet side by side
I have a hope that the earth’s foundation will tremble and the kings of the earth will stumble
As the kings and priests of the Risen One leap swiftly over the walls of injustice to leave Lucifer humbled
Even the young man shall forsake his wicked ways and a foreign thing will be spoken, a new language awoken, and in their rooms they will bow when the curtain of life comes down

As the saints are gathered together, the King will be exalted forever!

I have a vision where one melody will arise in our hearts and we will sing with the angels
Even the birds of the air will chirp and express the excitement of His coming
We will partake with Heavens choir as He sets sail on the golden cloud
The saints will visit the River of Life in their dreams and be washed of the dust collecting on their feet
And they shall grow strong and the Church will flourish and the Kingdom’s reign will be established

As the saints are gathered together, the King will be exalted forever!

This is not just a dream

Lerato Sibanda
26 July 2008

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