Heaven came down,
The brazen gates were unfurled.
The breath of The Spirit
Could not be controlled.
He arrived on the heels of young saints
Who were praying,
“Revival please come,
Our generation needs saving.”
Holy Spirit filled the room,
With a pleasant, sweet presence
That can only be raised,
From the humble in deep repentance.
So come down to the altar,
Repent of your sins.
God said through His prophets
He’d do this again.
No man can duplicate
An outpouring that’s true.
Nor do bands orchestrate
From so simple a cue.
Purity and confession
Are paving the way,
With the hope of explosion,
Across all our highways.
Will this be the outpouring
Joel knew that would happen,
With signs of the prophetic
Directly from Heaven?
Will words, visions, dreams
And wonders soon follow,
As the awakened cry out,
“Our society’s too shallow?”
This can be the trumpet
That blasts in our ears,
To open our eyes
And cast out our fears!
Listen each heart,
Who in anticipation has waited,
It’s your turn to believe,
And be forever elated.
Carolyn McLarty
Eagle Forum Board
February 23, 2023