Twila Paris - Days of elijah

Th^Cese are the days of El^Fijah, Decl^Caring the word of the L^Gord, A^Cnd these are the days of Your s^Amervant, M^Foses, R^Cighteousness b^Geing re^Cstored. And th^Emough these are the days of great t^Amrials, Of famine and d^Farkness and sw^Gord, Still, ^Cwe are the voice in the d^Amesert c^Frying, "Pre^Cpare ye the w^Gay of the L^Cord!"

^CBehold he comes, riding on the clo^Fuds, Shining like the s^Cun, at the trumpet ^Gcall. Lift your v^Coice, it's the year of jubil^Fee, And out of Zion's h^Cill, salv^Gation c^Comes.

A^Cnd these are the days of Ez^Fekiel, The d^Cry bones becoming as fl^Gesh. A^Cnd these are the days of Your s^Amervant, D^Favid, R^Cebuilding the ^Gtemple of p^Craise. And t^Emhese are the days of the h^Amarvest, The fields are as wh^Fite in the wo^Grld. And ^Cwe are the laborers ^Amin Your v^Fineyard, Decl^Caring the w^Gord of the L^Cord!

^CBehold he comes, riding on the clo^Fuds, Shining like the s^Cun, at the trumpet ^Gcall. Lift your v^Coice, it's the year of jubil^Fee, And out of Zion's h^Cill, salv^Gation c^Comes.

Th^Cere is no God like Jehovah, th^Fere is no God like Jehovah, Th^Cere is no God like Jehovah, th^Gere is no God like Jehovah.

^CBehold he comes, riding on the clo^Fuds, Shining like the s^Cun, at the trumpet ^Gcall. Lift your v^Coice, it's the year of jubil^Fee, And out of Zion's h^Cill, salv^Gation c^Comes.