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These are the days of Elijah, declaring the word of the Lord
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And these are the days of Your servant Moses, righteousness being restored
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And though these are days of great trials, of famine and darkness and sword
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still we are the voice in the desert crying, "Prepare ye the way of the Lord"
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Behold he comes riding on the clouds
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Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
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So lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee
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And out of Zion's hill salvation comes
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And these are the days of Ezekiel,the dry bones becoming as flesh
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And these are the dayse of Your servant David, rebuilding a temple of praise
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And these are the days of the harvest, the fields are white in the world
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And we are Your laborers in Your vineyard, declaring the Word of the Lord
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Behold he comes riding on the clouds
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Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
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So lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee
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And out of Zion's hill salvation comes
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Days Of Elijah
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| Don Moen |
