The Days of Elijah

And these are the days of Ezekel,
the dry bones becoming as flesh,
and these are the days of Your servant, David,
Repuilding a temple of praise;
and these are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white as your world;
and we are laborers in Your vineyard
Declaring the Word of the Lord.

Behold, He comes,
rising on the clouds,
Shining like the sun
at the trumpet call;
Lift your voice,
it's the Year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes.