Post by Sunnysnet on May 23, 2004 16:24:35 GMT -5
days of refining
Mar 26th, 2004, 01:41am »
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Malachi 3:2
But who may abide the day of his coming?
and who shall stand when he appeareth?
for he is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers‘soap:
Behold the days of refining are upon my house.
I will be as a refining fire in my own house.
I am the whirlwind, I am the fire! I am the burning,
The flame kindled within the heart of my bride
My word shall come forth as a fire, from her lips.
It will accomplish that for which I send it forth..
I have streched forth my hand , I will not draw it back.
I will shake the foundations. I will test it.
Build upon the Rock of Revelation.
Houses build upon sand will not stand in the storm.
Heed me and seek me, I am the shelter,
I am the foundation that holds in the storm.
I am the storm, I am the rock, I am the burning,
I am the flame. Be one with me and one with my heart beat.
Sound the alarm, gather unto me.
My arms are open to my bride,
she will rest againest my bosom.
His Servant
Sunny
Mar 26th, 2004, 01:41am »
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Malachi 3:2
But who may abide the day of his coming?
and who shall stand when he appeareth?
for he is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers‘soap:
Behold the days of refining are upon my house.
I will be as a refining fire in my own house.
I am the whirlwind, I am the fire! I am the burning,
The flame kindled within the heart of my bride
My word shall come forth as a fire, from her lips.
It will accomplish that for which I send it forth..
I have streched forth my hand , I will not draw it back.
I will shake the foundations. I will test it.
Build upon the Rock of Revelation.
Houses build upon sand will not stand in the storm.
Heed me and seek me, I am the shelter,
I am the foundation that holds in the storm.
I am the storm, I am the rock, I am the burning,
I am the flame. Be one with me and one with my heart beat.
Sound the alarm, gather unto me.
My arms are open to my bride,
she will rest againest my bosom.
His Servant
Sunny