I see the great army.
Under trees, in schools, on mountains.
In the sun and the moon.
There have never been anything like them.
Never will there be anyone like them.
Nothing is able to stop them.
Boldness has find a home in each of them.
They take over homes and cities for the Good News.
Stepping on bottles and hot coals, barefooted, to them, is no news.
When it comes to propagating the Good News.
No mountain is too high, no amount is too much, no place is too far, no impossibilities, nothing matters but people dancing to the Good News.
At their appearance, mountains, hills, walls shiver.
The brightness of their light makes demons shiver.
Christ in them makes them flow like river.
Behind them, are fruits of their Good News.
Before them are deserts without their Good News.
They are not of this world, they are citizens of Zion.
Sons of the great Lion.
In them dwells the Spirit of the great Lion.
This, they rejoice at, celebrate and magnify graciously.
D