Hey there people of God, the hour has come to let go of and put away the facades.
The joy of the Lord that has been your strength must now be your power.
Stand and sing praises unto His name. Stand and make a mighty noise unto His name.
The struggle is over! Call yourself favored and freed!
Your Redeemer has told the Canaanites that their time on your land has ceased!
Rejoice and welcome in this new season, in this new dispensation, on this new and fertile ground.
The Lord's memory is intact. You are whole, blessed, prosperous and sound!
He remembers your tears, your sacrifices, and the nights you spent alone in strange lands.
Among your brothers you were a foreigner.
He remembers how you sojourned one day and were rejected the next like a drifter.
Welcome home. Ask of your King.
The colorful pictures found in the quiet of your mind are not dreams but invitations.
Long suffering is no longer. From henceforth, walk in divine restoration.
For your battle is over and the oppressor's window has been concluded.
His time to dominate and devour has been exhausted.
Dance, sing and shout unto your King!
- Liza Torres-Stephens
The joy of the Lord that has been your strength must now be your power.
Stand and sing praises unto His name. Stand and make a mighty noise unto His name.
The struggle is over! Call yourself favored and freed!
Your Redeemer has told the Canaanites that their time on your land has ceased!
Rejoice and welcome in this new season, in this new dispensation, on this new and fertile ground.
The Lord's memory is intact. You are whole, blessed, prosperous and sound!
He remembers your tears, your sacrifices, and the nights you spent alone in strange lands.
Among your brothers you were a foreigner.
He remembers how you sojourned one day and were rejected the next like a drifter.
Welcome home. Ask of your King.
The colorful pictures found in the quiet of your mind are not dreams but invitations.
Long suffering is no longer. From henceforth, walk in divine restoration.
For your battle is over and the oppressor's window has been concluded.
His time to dominate and devour has been exhausted.
Dance, sing and shout unto your King!
- Liza Torres-Stephens
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