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"His Pure Election"
by Woody Winchell
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This is
Love's hour
The day of His power
The day of grace
Seeing His face
Like never before
The day of reward
For faithfulness
The day of bliss
His eternal kiss
His righteousness
In a people
Through a people
His holy standard
Raised up
Against evil forces
His white horses
Carrying His army
Into final battle
Time to settle
Who reigns
Who rules
Taking to school
Principalities and powers
Wickedness in high places
Learning His wisdom
The slain Lamb
Gathering everything
Unto Himself
Out from the darkness
A great light
Holy might
Waging war
Evil is no more
It's time for grace
To fill the space
Of empty vanity
To heal insanity
By revelation
Of Who He Is
Stopping our ignorance
Our prideful arrogance
Placed on the cross
His loss
Our gain
Becoming our pain
Removing our strain
No more trying
We are saved
Strictly by grace
Beholding His face
It is done
Here comes His weapons
Ready for warfare
Clearing the air
Of man's manipulation
By revelation
Of the mystery
Christ in us
Not a system
It's the Kingdom
Reigning and ruling
Taking the dominion
Over man's opinion
Putting to rest
Our stress
No more wickedness
No more systems
Invented by man
It's His hand
It's His government
On His shoulders
Darkness is over
Light has come
Holy wisdom
Head shaking Reality
The end of carnality
Grace is here
Flooding the atmosphere
With His standard
Raised up
The full cup
The day of His power
Love's final hour
His governmental order
On white horses
Going forth
Establishing the Kingdom
By revelation
Of His pure election
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