Blow the trumpet in Zion
Sound the alarm on my holy mountain.
Let all of the people of the land tremble,
for the day of the Lord is at hand.
For the wicked and all Christians who love this world it is a day of darkness and fear,
A day of clouds and of blackness.
A large and mighty army is coming.
There has never been one like it, nor will there ever be again.
Before this army the fire of the Lord’s love consumes everything and behind them that fire never goes out.
The wealth and prosperity of this world that seemed to be as the garden of Eden, becomes a devastated desert in light of the reality of this army’s eternal treasures.
They will compromise nothing and tolerate no lies.
They have the appearance of an invincible army streaming down the mountain rushing to the battle.
You can hear the roaring of their worship and rejoicing as they hurdle mountainous problems with ease.
Their passionate love for God and each other rages like a fire moving across dry grass as it consumes all religion and dead works like dry stubble.
At the sight of them the evil powers over nations are in anguish.
Every demon and lukewarm Christian’s face turn’s pale because these people know the authority and power of the name and blood of Jesus.
They charge like warriors, completely free from fear and they can scale any wall because they know the strength and might of their God.
They all march in line never swerving from their course, because their actions are synchronized by the Holy Spirit.
They never push each other, because they are free from pride and selfish ambition.
Doubt and unbelief has been completely removed from their hearts.
Each marches straight ahead, their eyes fixed on the Captain of the Hosts.
They shoot through defenses because they know that greater is He who is in them, then he that is in the world.
They never break rank, because each is confident and flowing in the gifting and role the Lord has placed them.
They rush upon whole cities shaking the powers of the air.
They run along walls having nothing hidden from their sight, able to see far, far ahead.
They climb into houses binding the strong man and like thieves they enter windows and plunder the enemies houses, because the Lord is their covering.
Before them the earth shakes and the sky trembles at the power of the Lord’s chosen and anointed ones.
The sun and moon darken and the stars no longer shine at the light of the presence of God made manifest in his people.
The voice of the Lord thunders at the head of His army.
His forces are without number for the hidden ones have been brought to light.
Mighty are those who obey His every Word.
The Day of the Lord is terrible, who can endure it?
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