Seasons
The seasons are coming and indeed
are here
When the sons of God shall walk
without fear
When as the ones with the
covenanted hair
They will plunder and loot the
enemy’s lair
The seasons are coming and indeed
are now
That the revelation of Love shall be a
storm cloud
Pouring forth over all and humbling
the proud
The voice of truth ringing sweetly
and loud
The seasons are coming and indeed
now are
Men and Women, Sons and
Daughters in Power
The devil flees, death, disease and
darkness cower
The Glory Cloud is here. This is the
Hour.