Days of Elijah - Paul Wilbur

These are the days of  Elijah
Declaring the Word of the Lord, yes
And these are the days of your servant, Moses
Righteousness being restored
And though these are the days of great trial
Of famine and darkness and sword
Still we are the voice in the desert crying
Prepare ye the way of the Lord

 

Behold he comes
Riding on a cloud
Shining like the sun
At the trumpet's call
Lift your voice
It's the year of jubilee
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes

 

And these are the days of Ezekiel
With dry bones becoming as flesh
And these are the days of your servant, David
Rebuilding the temple of praise, yes
And these are the days of the harvest
The fields are all white in the world
And we are the laborers that are in your vineyard
declaring the word of the Lord

 

Behold he comes
Riding on a cloud
Shining like the sun
At the trumpet's call
Lift your voice
It's the year of jubilee
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes

 

There's no God like Jehovah
There's no God like Jehovah
There's no God like Jehovah