Larry Jewell

Who are these children coming down, Coming down like gentle rain through darkened skies. Well, here it is. Jumping off point. And here we are, one breath away from a sick world that's been crying out for what we can give it. Truth. Freedom. Salvation. Can you see the headlines now, brother? Two humble missionaries convert thousands. City translated overnight green. We're destined to be the greatest team of missionaries the world has ever known. Whatever you say, Kessler. Are you with me, brother? Whatever you say, Kessler. We are not the ordinary fearlessly extraordinary working, righteous, hairy carry in our humble way. Humble way now. Humble way. Humble way. What is that sound Rising up from the world? The sound of a clock ticking on with hours and minutes I've yet to meet in a life that soon we'll be gone. Your problem is that you want all the answers at once. Excuse the example, but Sir Galahad didn't find the Holy Grail in one afternoon. It's like watching the stars appear at night. First, just one little light shines over there in the western sky. And then another and another. Until finally you will look for yourself, Jimmy. A whole wonderful, blazing universe that began with just one little star. Line upon line, precept on precept. That is how he lifts us. That is how he teaches his children. Line upon line upon line upon line upon line upon line, precept on precept Like a summer shower giving a seed shower his wisdom. Flinders, believe me, I'm your friend. Hey, Flinders come. Flinders come on, Flinders. We got a world out there when darts believe us Being your friends. Jimmy. Oh, Jimmy, don't listen to them. How can they say they're your friends if they take you away from your family and home? They'll leave you alone in the end. It. Who are these children coming down Coming down like gentle rain through darkened skies with glory trailing from their feet as they go and endless promise in their eyes? Who are these young ones Growing tall, growing strong like silver trees against the storm? Who will not bend with the wind or the change but stand to fight the world alone? These are the few warriors save for Saturday to come the last day of the world Be our day on Saturday. These are the strong warriors Rising in their mind with the battle raging in the heart of men on Saturday Strangers from around.