Speak With Authority…Now!
Do you know the words to our Battle Hymn of the Republic? Yes that is right, the one by Julia W. Howe in 1861. I just recently read the lyrics and it put a smile on my face. You see.. we are in a great battle, one that is nearing it’s end, and these lyrics are perfect. We have got to wake up. We have got to begin to see by the spirit and truth that…
Our God is marching on…
And this God lives within us. The All-Powerful, loving and saving God, lives within us. He spoke and this life was created. That is the power of words… His words. Those words are in us and for us. We are His bride and need to understand the power of the grooms words.
This brings me to the thoughts of the armies of old and how the singers went first. They went first proclaiming into the atmosphere the very word of the Lord. They were speaking to the heavens and the earth. Hebrews 4:12 says God’s word is alive and powerful and is sharper than any two-edged sword. It cuts all the way into us, where the soul and the spirit are joined, to the center of our joints and bones. And it judges the thoughts and intents of the heart. Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God.
Speak it with authority: In your own life, To the situation, proclaim it in the heavens. His word is your sword.
The Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
While God is marching on.
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.