The Best is Yet to Come
I’ve given you a sword to battle giants
Don’t think of yourselves as small ants
Stand in the midst of your City
Proclaim My Word that I take pity.
Yes, I take pity on the poor sinners
Through My Blood I make them winners
Don’t be afraid to wield my sword
The enemy can’t stand against My word.
The Victory I proclaim is yours
Just get up and walk through those doors
Doors I will open with my Right Hand
Just trust in me and take your stand.
Rejoicing is here and a great harvest.
I guarantee that you will see my best.
For My best is yet to come!
You will see the glory of My Son.
Copyrighted Cheryl S. Birch 2009