Harken O’ saints
Of unknown reknown
Christ is preparing His trumpet to sound.
Voices they come to cry in the night
Billows they roll with thundering cries.

Tune now thine ears to those never heard
Men showing forth as John Baptist beloved.
Loud are the ones of false and such fame
Leading Thy flock to love sin and shame.

Discern in the crowds rewards which are proud
Forums of men which stir up arouse
Holy are those I’m sending with woes
Hidden from public applause and roles.

Die they have done, reputations no more
Trained in the wilderness allured by the Lord
Broken they’ve been and purged by the fire
Waiting Thy time their coming with power.

Harken O’ saints
With once silenced voice
Arise with Thy Word above all the noise
Shrink not thee back
Receive my command
Awaken dry bones to life breathing lands.

Shelly Wilson, 2/27/2015