When Glory Kisses Earth

Through The Coming Of God's Son

 

by Terese Holloway

 

Heaven's chariots have been summoned, before the footstool of the Lord;

And the finest soldiers gathered, for the soon approaching war.

Like fireworks exploding, bursting forth upon the night;

God merely speaks the orders ~  and thrust them into flight.

Outreaching lands horizon, far beyond the scope of man;

The spiritual, becomes active ~ dispersed by God's own hand.

Inside the realm of darkness, the demons fight at will;

For they, too, obey THEIR master, with an agenda to fulfill.

But they find they are no match, in the chaos of it all;

For the Victory Of The Ages, rest within the hands of God.

The clock has stopped it's ticking ~ the air has found a chill;

All of heaven stops in silence, and ALL things ~ just stand still.

This battle's but a prelude, of ALL that's yet to come;

When Glory Kisses Earth, Through The Coming Of God's Son!

Terese Holloway