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Sons of Thunder – by Roy Roden
Clothed in radiant light and glory
Christ rides on His majestic white stead
As captain of His army He does lead
To destroy the works of His enemies
Wielding a two edge sword in victory
The clarion trumpet call has sounded “Come follow me” all you sons of thunder And mount up to ride in the heavenly realm Where Christ rules at the right hand of the Father Far above every name, principality and power
Chosen as sons/daughters of war and valor They roar as a Lion – a voice that thunders And proclaim with Kingdom authority The decree that cast evil bands asunder That Christ has risen as Lord and King
Endued with power from on high With weapons from the arsenal of heaven They march as one to the heartbeat of the Father To take back and occupy the enemies acquisitions In the spirit of Elijah, their rightful possesion Clothed with grace in the armor of light Birthed of nobility of the Kings Royalty As Kings and Priest with the Spirit of Might They form an elite force united in Christ As knights of chivalry they do fight
Called as messengers of divine power They bear the torch of God’s living fire To set men free from the rule of oppression To build and to plant without concession With the Father’s love HIs reign among nations These are the Manifested Sons of God – men and woman of valor created in His image
