GLORY AND HONOR
Oh, My little stream.
How it runs and flows,
beginning small and lean,
but swelling and larger it grows.
It flows against the rebel,
removing the opposition,
chasing out the devil,
requiring all submission.
My stream becomes a river,
ministering life in the deadness,
causing man to quiver,
bowing to My steadfastness.
Who will stand when I come?
Those who allow truth to move,
through cooperation who gives none,
My Holy Spirit will stand up and reprove.
I will lift My Banner of Truth.
No more self-will to reign.
Wrath to those who hinder the truth,
but glory and honor to those who remain.