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God gave me this back in 1987. It's a song, and I guess much of it has come true. Parts of it are like some of what we are discussing in the vision/dream/prophecy chat group. Called "Proclamation Dance of Earth". In 1987, Heavy Metal, Star Wars ET, home churches and wandering apostles were all new, and the "God is dead" movement had not yet turned to post-modernism.
Chorus:
There's a new tomorrow spinning toward unfolding jubilee
And it gyros through our kairos to a new eternity.
For the prophecies are waiting to fulfill or to destroy,
And the sky's aflame with chariot wheels of tents on wheels of joy.
Who is ready, who is listening, who is new, and who the same?
Who's still slaying, who's still playing nightfall's agonizing game?
Satanizing, patronizing, though the dawn is almost there,
Recognizing not the spinning of the dancing world we share.
1. Metal is a two-edged sword and heavy is the heart
Of prophets crushed by hands that could not understand
That love must reach, to start.
So the word proclaims an evil name, revenge and judgment pain,
Taking last-ditch chances, calling forth new dances to forbidden strain.
So let who's free from condemnation dare to take the watchman's station
And to cry out all the same. (to chorus)
2. Jedi is the force of life in galaxies so far.
But where "God is dead", the eye, in deep galactic sky
Must seek its star.
But let one hear the voice called "home" and feel love close the scars;
The hand that heals, the "yod" revealed, the starlight's in the heart.
So let those who would but share their toil, accept anointing, healing oil
And shine the lamps we are. (to chorus)
3. Sounds of numbing-silence prayer when only pain breaks through.
'Til "adah" appears, all Jesus' tears can
Nothing do.
In open must the Spirit hide to save the remnant few,
For dancing to the beat, apostles on the street, will soon return to view.
So let who dares to be set spinning be proclaimers of beginning.
There's so much work left to do. (to chorus)
4. "Cross" is but a Christian word to reconcile the hurt,
But hearts already free, begin eternity
Right on earth.
The hearts of stone have laid too long, entombed too great a worth.
The resurrection morn of New-Tomorrow dawn is summoning new birth.
So let's join the jubillation of the Father's Celebration-
Proclamation dance of earth.
Chorus:
There's a new tomorrow spinning toward unfolding jubilee
And it gyros through our kairos to a new eternity.
For the prophecies are waiting to fulfill or to destroy,
And the sky's aflame with chariot wheels of tents on wheels of joy.
Who is ready, who is listening, who is new, and who the same?
Who's still slaying, who's still playing nightfall's agonizing game?
Satanizing, patronizing, though the dawn is almost there,
Recognizing not the spinning of the dancing world we share.
1. Metal is a two-edged sword and heavy is the heart
Of prophets crushed by hands that could not understand
That love must reach, to start.
So the word proclaims an evil name, revenge and judgment pain,
Taking last-ditch chances, calling forth new dances to forbidden strain.
So let who's free from condemnation dare to take the watchman's station
And to cry out all the same. (to chorus)
2. Jedi is the force of life in galaxies so far.
But where "God is dead", the eye, in deep galactic sky
Must seek its star.
But let one hear the voice called "home" and feel love close the scars;
The hand that heals, the "yod" revealed, the starlight's in the heart.
So let those who would but share their toil, accept anointing, healing oil
And shine the lamps we are. (to chorus)
3. Sounds of numbing-silence prayer when only pain breaks through.
'Til "adah" appears, all Jesus' tears can
Nothing do.
In open must the Spirit hide to save the remnant few,
For dancing to the beat, apostles on the street, will soon return to view.
So let who dares to be set spinning be proclaimers of beginning.
There's so much work left to do. (to chorus)
4. "Cross" is but a Christian word to reconcile the hurt,
But hearts already free, begin eternity
Right on earth.
The hearts of stone have laid too long, entombed too great a worth.
The resurrection morn of New-Tomorrow dawn is summoning new birth.
So let's join the jubillation of the Father's Celebration-
Proclamation dance of earth.
