From where the eagle rises a vision came into view
The dull hilltop tree was blossoming anew
Deep gorse yellow came from centre rays of white
As I stood amazed at what filled my sight
My soul was shaken into joyous praise
Crying out thanks through my tearful daze
The God of Hosts was visiting me
Out of this glorious, golden, lit-up tree
My spirit was awakened to yield, to give
As Jesus bore witness that this child was His
He asked me to pray with the spirit and the mind
For those the Father was sending for me to find
Everything has a season, a time He says
Now seek my purposes in the coming days
For the ones I have placed my hand upon
See them saved as they come to love my Son
And just as Peter and John declared
Silver nor gold will be what is shared
In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth all will be done
And through the ‘Beautiful Gate’ they will gladly come
The crippled, the sick, the ones in pain
And the dead, like the widow’s son at Nain
Will rise and begin to live their life again
At this appointed time of the latter rain
In these last days we are told
There’ll be visions and dreams for young and old
Wonders will be seen in the heavens above
And signs on earth – even written in blood!
Those golden flowers I really did see!
God did speak to me through that simple tree
Whose adornment so quickly and totally vanished
Leaving my heart laid open and fully ravished
Thank you Lord, I’m humbled, in awe
With my heart overtaken, I ask for more!
May I have eyes to see as the Holy Spirit pours