I am told of the
times,
when the glory came
down.
God’s very presence,
in view from the
ground.
Mans flesh became
witness,
to the power of
God’s own hand.
As the glory
came down,
in the presence of
man.
The Red Sea held
back,
as God’s people
walked through.
Pharaoh’s army all
drowned,
as they tried to
pursue.
A cloud by day,
a fire by night.
The mountain
trebling,
Moses face lit
bright.
The sun moved not,
as Aaron's arms were
lifted high.
Jericho’s walls,
fell as hard,
as hail from the
sky.
Do we as God’s
people,
think the Glory’s
all gone.
Has the God who made
us,
left us all alone?
Are we to be like
those,
sentenced to wander
the wilderness till death.
Because we refused,
God’s very best!
Oh GOD, send your
glory,
to visit our land.
May the
world again be witness,
To Your Mighty
Hand.
Praise be The GOD of
Glory!
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