The Sons of Men

I looked down to see the sons of men.

Like the sounds of many waters,

They proved a snare to the devourer’s snares.

I looked upon the feeble pick up strength.

The lame man walked in the streets of Kampala.

The blind man of Karamoja received his sight.

The barren of Nansana conceived of seed.

Tarry!

Men and women.

Tarry!

Watch as the wicked one is

brought to nought before your very eyes .

Rejoice and be glad indeed!

Make merry the sanctuary of the Lord!

The days of the Men of God are back,

The sounds of revival have been hearkened to.

The light of the Glorious Gospel Lights up the streets again.

The call to salvation is well up and alive in the air!

Revival is Here!

The Sounds of Revival

(Tarry, Tarry, Tarry)