These are the days of Elijah,
Declaring the Word of the Lord.
And these are the days of Your servant Moses,
Righteousness being restored.
And though these are days of great trials
Of famine and darkness and sword.
Still we are the voice in the desert crying
Prepare ye the way of the Lord.
Behold He comes riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call,
Lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee,
Out of Zion's hill salvation comes.
And these are the days of Ezekiel,
The dry bones becoming as flesh.
And these are the days of Your servant David,
Rebuilding a temple of praise.
And these are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in your e world.
And we are Your laborers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the Word of the Lord.
Behold He comes riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call,
Lift your voice it's the year of Jubilee,
Out of Zion's hill salvation comes.
