Blow the ram's horn trumpet in Zion! Trumpet the alarm on my holy mountain!
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and never will be again.
galloping horses, an army of horses.
It sounds like thunder leaping on mountain ridges, Or like the roar of wildfire through grass and brush, Or like an invincible army shouting for blood, ready to fight, straining at the bit.
At the sight of this army, the people panic, faces white with terror.
The invaders charge.
They don't get in each other's way.
Each one knows his job and does it. Undaunted and fearless, unswerving, unstoppable. They storm the city, swarm its defenses, Loot the houses, breaking down doors, smashing windows.
They arrive like an earthquake, sweep through like a tornado. Sun and moon turn out their lights, stars black out.
God's Judgment Day—great and terrible.
Who can possibly survive this?
"are you in the Lord's army"?
The only the way to get numbered in this army is coming into alignment with the Spirit of God. He will make you a kingdom agent in every territory and strata.
Selah!