Chapter
1
The Harvest and the Bride
Women coming into harvest field
Ready for harvest, bride to till
hands are holding a sickle
God's Women glean, not fickle.
Lift eyes upon fields to see
Put ye in sickles, cut all free
Tread down. Wine press is full
Great evil, vats overflow, women pull.
Holy Ghost yelled, gave a groan.
Time, My Saints soon to come home
many stand unwilling to harvest wheat.
Saints are singing, dancing, thinking it neat.
Activate, activate it, Holy Ghost said.
Can't just hold sickles in your hand?
Won't harvest, till press to cut wheat?
Standing in harvest clothes, jobs to complete
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Saw visions, sickle pressing near ground.
Wheat bottom ready to harvest, women found.
Workers are binding to cut it from its place.
Putting into God's barnyard called grace.
These are multitudes in the valley of decision
Many are sacrificed because of Church division.
The Great Day of the Lord is very near.
Women joining harvesters, will cheer.
Bride is waiting for decision to be made.
She's pressing in, zeal to not fade.
Weight of the hour, compelling every side.
She is not releasing, Till changing the tide
Those who are for or against Me, life or death choose
Standing in wide lines of death, they lose.
A blessing or cursing, all to make this bid.
She chased after them, woooing, all could have lived.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Now it is their decision; My work is done.
It's up to them to choose to come home
The days of My courting are over for all time.
Clean hands, My blood washes away all crime.
The blood of their souls is going to hell.
Upon their own heads are all who disobeyed Me.
He gave them all sickles but chose lazily to fail.
Hold all fully accountable, not setting free.
Where are My people during this dark hour?
Are they spending time in pleasure with tares, sour?
Many are without compassion, cannot see My treasure.
They have hardened hearts, seeking worldly pleasure.
One second, they'll see when it's over.
All will be socked and be sober.
Many held in hell for eternity.
Gone forever, another chance to be free
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Many never chose to obey Bride's God.
Changes happened wherever Bride's feet trod.
Billions are falling into fiery pit.
They'll never have a chance to redo it.
The Blood of Saints passes accountability.
Sinner's lake of blood is lost for eternity.
Disobedience, God's people depart.
Lack of broken spirit, not broken heart.
I have begun a new thing.
who desires My wedding ring?
I'll create a new clean heart within.
Give right Spirit inside of them.
God will replace a cold heart of stone.
With a heart of Spirit of their very own.
Hearts of compassion will not ask.
Where is love of God? It will last.
Strive with Me in prayer for this time.
Many are delivered, refreshed from evil slime.
I beseech you brethren for My sake.
For all saved from the devil's lake.
Many accepted of the Saints.
They are looking for you to acquaint.
Your belief in Jesus and His Holy Word.
Suffering, souls, cries must be heard.
Together we can win.
We must get multitudes for Him
Willingly go into the field.Holy Spirit is ready to seal.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
A ploughman, prayed at her work.
Lord Jesus, help them now.
Weary ones were going berserk.
Instantly Holy light showed how.
He will teach His Church to pray.
They will work in love,Truth love and grace.
Reaching the lost is His wise way.
Many will see His throne, His holy face.
Bride is seeking harvest wherever it may grow.
The sickle of salvation banishes tares and foe.
Harvesters shout with just a plea.
Bless Saints who have prayerfully bent a knee
Suddenly the harvest moon grew full.
Their work is nearly ended
They racked their sickles for a final pull.
They praise Jesus for great renewal.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Satan's friends say. We willkeep you here indefinitaly.
Only until my wedding she replied firmly.
I will prepare myself for it by the power of Holy Spirit.
In Heavenly places with Jesus, I already sit!
Bride longs for the day of His appearing
His body of humiliation longs for Jesus' endearing.
She makes intercession according to do well of Him.
Glorious destiny of Bride, is a tabernacle of God.
That He will dwell among men.
Morning, noon and night.
It is a wondrous sight.
Nations walk by light given through Bride-city.
A sadist thing she sees are the ones who reject, such as pity.
She exposes the woman of night,saces souls, Bride's message burns bright.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Come alive O Bride of Christ, stand in His power.
Pulling down the devil's strongholds, which is his tower
The Captain of our Army has given you His authority.
His horn of power is for deliverance over the enemy.
Stands against demonic, fiendish mover with all God's might.
Stand strong in Jesus and prepare to fight.
Ignore man's confusion; Jesus is aware of this awful sight.
Put in your sickle, reveal His great light.
Revolution is arising for the triumph of Christian cause.
the seal of the antichrist comes momentarily to a pause
There are threatening foes on every side
Unbelief, hate arises from all world's tribe.
Jesus sovereignty is enough to protect His Bride.
His mighty anointing will turn the tide.
The soldiers who believe in Jesus' command.
Arise, and take possession of the land!
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
will be empowered by His mighty band.
free them from Satan's evil hand.
Give them the hope of the King's promised land!
His blood stained power, gave right to stand.
Call of the Bride.
To join his ride.
Sleeping Saints Awake!
It's morning! He's coming to take.
Unfolds to terrified awestruck beholders.
He brings peace and joy to His overcomers.
Jesus is seated upon a white horse.
Saints and the Armies of Heaven are on a course.
Jesus apace on wings of the whirlwind.
Clouds of power, great glory, war will end.
Look O Church Crown Conqueror is near!
Saints waiting reverence, piety - godly fear.
The bright lights of dazzling beam.
Form of a bright light, streams.
Giant clouds parted; Christ had descended.
The great battle has ended.
Behold the Bridegroom has come.
Clouds like a mighty storm seperate.
There are mighty angels by His side.
The Bride saw Him and cried.
God's revelation, its fulfillment is certain!
Imparts rapture to His Bride as their curtain.
It was the joyful day.
Ready for all who had walked the narrow way.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Harvesters had gathered in the lost.
Their coming crowning was at a great cost.
Not because of what she had done.
It was by His blood that they were won.
On a cloud He stood, His glorious fame.
Triumphant saints; no honors claim.
Bless, praise, Conqueror slain.
He lived; died; and lives again.
Oh the mystery and the rapture.
Earthly burdens pass away.
Saints arise, admission's sure.
Dear Redeemer did pay.
Watch! As Bride gathered into His fold.
His glorious radiance, beauty they behold.
She prays with great desire.
By her Bridegroom's dove inspire.
"Make haste, My Beloved."
Her sins will be covered.
God's glory will all the world see.
The lovely Bride of the lamb is free.
He is the Holy Bride's Head!
He has see her victories. Feet tread.
Arise and thresh Daughter of Zion you defend.
Yea, as Deborah led Israel to battle to win.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Rejoice and be glad O privileged Bridal-soul.
The song of the Bridegroom finds echoes all to behold
Marriage of Heavenly Bridegroom to His purchased Bride.
She is brought to heart union with her lord, she will arrive.
Eternal Spirit, full - final wonderful consummation.
Saints gathered from every tongue and nation.
Consists of quick and the dead.
Face to face. She is with her beloved Head.
The King into His chambers has brought her.
My Beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh.
Blessed communion with her Glorified Lord.
Her visions have lastly come true, she bows and adored.
Beloved, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes see.
You are My pure love, and simple.
How wonderful, so you are in My temple.
I am your King Who rules His Own.
You are chosen to share My throne!
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
We will be glad and rejoice in Thee.
Your Holiness, Your nailed hands,we see.
We will mention Thy consecrated love.
Thou hast awaken and borne above.
We turn to the finished work of You, our Redeemer.
Knowing we are accepted in the Beloved Savior
The Harvesters yielded to Bridegroom's love.
We are guided by Your Holy Dove.
Before the Marriage Supper begins.
The Lord looks at Father and grins.
Emotionally they hail Him. Praise sounds increase.
Like great last supper; begins the marriage feast,
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
He prepared for His beloved in the upper room.
The Bride hath made herself ready for her groom.
For her husband, adored, veiled, Divine love a banner.
She arrayed herself in a becoming manner?
Her garments gave to her by her Lord.
By the One she had labored for.
She is without a blemish, Holy, has no spot.
His love forevermore is her eternal lot.
She becomes bright and pure.
By the power of the Holy Ghost is sure.
She shows brilliant beauty of a virtuous life.
Removes her veil, reveals the lamb's wife.
Heaven's angels watch the son's pride.
This is the manifestation of His beloved Bride.
The One Lord's betrothment, she is adore.
presents Bride to God, pledged before.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Wedding guests sing new songs of eternal life.
Includes Son's of Israel, God's wife.
They look at their Conquering King.
Holy, Hosanna they sing.
Gem Studded crowns on every head.
For three Churches as Bible said.
Praising Him they cast them at His feet.
the Victor's grace is sweet.
The Bride is standing around His majestic.
Counting the Blessings, Who arrived home.
Many others could have been there.
If only people in the Church would care.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
Put ye in the sickle.
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