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Thursday, October 08, 2015

It Is Time

GLORY (it is in the air) . . . GLORY (like a mist over the earth) . . . GLORY (breathe it in) . . . GLORY (angels are declaring, can you hear it?) . . . GLORY (His presence, shattering the gates of hell!) . . . GLORY (it is time, it is a change of season) GLORY (men shall fall before it) . . .GLORY (Glory of the only One, the true God, the everlasting Father . . . and all creation bows, groaning for the sons of God to be revealed)

 It is time.

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2 comments:

  1. Unknown11:50 AM

    Glory. The single word presented in multiple scenarios in an artistic way. Haunting in a beautiful manner.

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  2. Penn Hayden2:24 PM

    Thank you, Manoj :)

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