Resting in Jacob's ladder

Let me stay at Jacobs’ Ladder where angels descend and miracles sway.
Surrendered before the Master’s Will, what comfort is mine to convey.
What a merciful God to even come to those rapped in decadence;
Thirsty hungry souls finding fruits of repentance and it's recompense.

Must be multitudes in the valley of decision, reaching-out not to drown…
I am also seeing the power of this Holy One moving on the least in town.
Yokes and burdens are being broken, in Christ, to enliven ones free.
Doors of great favor are restructuring walls by His anointing for liberty.

Kim Clement indicated, watch out for seemingly the least who’ll arise;
Taking the Kingdom of God passionately, humbled before the Prize…
Buckle your seatbelts; every thing that can be shaken will be, to the core.
Listen it’s time to anchor into the LIVING-Word for power on God's floor.

God’s bringing the faithful ones out of the wilderness to brilliantly shine.
Structures of the dark will crumble neath those thought the least, a sign.
I desperately long to see the FIRE OF THE MOVE OF GOD stir Nations best.
Revival Spirit of this New Wine, make us drunk in Your Name for divine zest.