Spring 1999
The Advance of Heavens Armies
Denise Courts

The armies of heaven are advancing,
with winged feet they are dancing.
Drawn from the four winds,
with holy business to attend.

Because of Kingdom order none break ranks,
they are unstoppable like armored tanks.
None stand before them they are on a mission,
they will not disobey the heavenly vision.

On they fight tho' the battles are fierce,
for that King who as friend was for them pierced.
That His Kingdom be made visible is the price of their wages,
trumpeting, make way for the almighty King of the ages.

Heaven's holy mandate is their quest,
bringing this land finally to it's seventh day rest.
Upon the earth and in people will the advantage be gained,
though for six thousand years a man of sin has reigned.

God's holy Throne by Lucifer's pride was offended,
this rebel without cause will have his kingdom up ended.
For this God's patience has a long time waited,
to see His desire of all ages finally be seated.

The settling finally of that ancient score,
in a people, a Son, a corporate mighty man of war.
Of these things spoken this is the sum,
judgement by people upon whom the ends of the ages has come.

Though they were hidden in places that were lowly,
now are they an army dressed in white linen and holy.
Lead by the Commander and Chief of Heaven's glory,
sharing His dominion over the earth concludes the story.