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A song of Prophesy |
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The breeze that's blowing today over your faces Now, lift your hands and lift your voices - For there's a sound in the mulberry bushes There is a sound of the wind in the mulberry bushes It's the sound of the rain He's coming to gather us together It's the sound of His spirit It's the sound of His spirit Now, lift your hands and lift your voice We hear the sound in the mulberry bushes I hear the sounds of the chariots and the horses |
They're sounding forth the sound of His coming It's the rain of His love; He's calling to His bride It's the rain of His love on our hearts today Come to me My loved ones - Bring Me your burdens Oh, hear the sound of My coming The rain of My Spirit flowing out to thee. Hear My voice in this hour Visit the prisons I'm calling you to come |
I'm calling you to come, be obedient unto Me I'm calling you to come and do the work of My Spirit before the gathering hour when I gather you home unto Me . Now, clothe the naked Reach out in My love And they too shall rise up in this hour I hear the sound of the breeze that's blowing It's the breath of My Spirit flowing over you daily Hear My call -- each one I'm calling Go and do the things that I am bidding |