Sound The Alarms

Alarms have been going off in our house for a couple months; odd times and different systems, no rhyme and no reason. These things can get my attention so I took note of it enough to ask questions and wait for a response.

I heard a response loud and clear yesterday. I was supposed to find a specific song. I was familiar with it because I like to listen to the artist. This time I was meant to do more than sing this song, I was meant to hear it.

I am not the only one who should hear it….

Sound the alarm

Gather the people

Gather the elders

Let the ministers wail

Take back the years that the enemy’s stolen

Lord you are coming with a holy visitation


We return to you fasting and weeping and mourning

Oh My Lord you’re returning

We lie here weeping between porch and altar

Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters

We lie here weeping between porch and altar

Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters


Send the alarm

Awaken the watchmen

Open their ears let their voices be loud

We prophesy You’ll come to this nation

We prophesy You’ll touch this generation with a holy visitation

We dance, we shout, we lift up our voices

Let your kingdom come down


I was made for war

I was made for battle Lord*

(* Holy Visitation, by Rita Springer)