There is no other Rock I know, not one Sing oh heavens until His is work on earth is done Break forth in rapturous praise you mountains set on high For your peaks cry out His splendor, and His glory fills the sky The Lord is our Redeemer and He formed us from the womb He died upon a bloody cross and walked out from the tomb He stretches out the heavens then He'll roll them into scrolls This Son of God, what Majesty, this Savior of our souls. His blessing shall pour forth like a mighty waterfall Hands shall stretch to heaven as they hear the Masters call We shall spring up like willows among the watercourses We shall mount up and go forth on heavens mighty horses Our spirits shall fly like the summer larks in the hues of the setting sun Our hearts shall soar like the eagles when the day of the Lord has begun He shall pour water on the thirsty and floods upon dry ground He shall pour forth His Spirit and in His Spirit we shall be found.
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I will pour My Spirit upon the dry land.
Posted by appolus on July 24, 2023
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A Call To The Remnant 