I believe by the Lord's voice, we have one more world-wide revival before Jesus comes for His Bride. I believe this is not far off.
The Latter Rain The latter rain our Lord so great has promised would be sent to harvest His mighty precious crop souls and souls of all ages will be coming and the devil’s work we will perpetually stop. For this rain the Word of God has promised it will bring a mighty blessing from His hand restoration and refreshing in its rain drops come to replenish this dry and withered land. Yes, the job then for the church to remind the Father of His wonderful promise of old send the rain, Dear Father like You promised Your shekinah glory as pure as liquid gold. For I know that where His drops fall people are made holy and as pure as the white driven snow becoming an army with Jesus as their Commander but we are still awaiting His one Word to send us, that Word is, Go! Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings 1994
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