ZION She’s a place of consecration Engraved upon her Lover’s Hands An inclination of the heart That burns for Him alone Her desire is His Presence For Whom her heart and mind doth yearn To dwell with Him within the Fire In which all wood hay and stubble is consumed She leans upon her Lover And comes up from the wilderness She’s a terrible army with banners Led by none but the One she loves She’s Mercy triumphing over judgement Walking in a Glory that is yet to be seen
She was born to bring in the harvest
And be the eternal Fire bride of the King
thestaroutofjacob 1 month ago
thestaroutofjacob 1 month ago
come Lord
firstfridaysrevival 1 month ago