Back in the mid-1990s a woman in our church filled in the verses missing from Robin Mark’s anthemic song: “These are the days of Elijah”. They highlight some of the female heroes of the Bible, and also offer a chorus looking for the coming of the Holy Spirit or Breath (feminine word) of God. The effect is not only inclusive but incredibly rousing. The lyrics get to the heart of our gospel mission in a way that is both grounded and inspirational. Highly recommended – here it is. Try it out and let us know what you think. (For a discussion on adding or changing the words to other people’s songs, see my previous post).
These are the days of Elijah,
Declaring the word of the Lord;
And these are the days of your servant Moses,
Righteousness being restored.
And though these are days of great trial,
Of famine and darkness and sword,
Still we are the voice in the desert crying,
‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord ‘.
Behold He comes riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call,
Lift your voice in the year of jubilee,
Out of Zion’s hill salvation comes.
These are the days of Miriam,
Dancing with praise to the Lord;
And these are the days of your servant, Esther,
Protecting the people of God.
And though these are days of endurance,
Of waiting and mystery and doubt,
Still in our hearts is the Spirit’s whisper,
Rising to victory shout.
Behold She comes, mighty rushing Wind,
Stirring Holy Breath, Spirit on the move;
Listen to her voice, it’s time to hear her speak,
Open up your ears God’s word will come.
These are the days of Deborah,
Creating God’s justice on earth;
And these are the days of your servant, Rahab,
Rebel who sides with the Lord.
And these are the days of empowerment,
Of risking and making a stand,
We are the agents of transformation,
The Kingdom of God is at hand.
Behold She comes, mighty rushing Wind,
Stirring Holy Breath, Spirit on the move;
Listen to her voice, it’s time to hear her speak,
Open up your ears God’s word will come.
These are the days of Ezekiel,
The dry bones becoming as flesh;,
And these are the days of your servant David,
Rebuilding the temple of praise.
These are the days of the harvest,
The fields are as white in the world,
And we are the labourers in your vineyard,
Declaring the word of the Lord.
Behold He comes riding on the clouds,
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call,
Lift your voice in the year of jubilee,
Out of Zion’s hill salvation comes.
Additional verses © Ruth Dormandy