This is Donnie McClurkin version of this song, hammered out in no time with divine
assistance from H. Thomas!
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 the 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.
So lift your voice, it's the year of jubilee,
And 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 the temple of praise.
And these are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in the world.
And we are the laborers in Your vineyard,
Declaring the word of the Lord!
There's no God like Jehovah, there's no God like Jehovah,
There's no God like Jehovah, there's no God like Jehovah.