Sons Of The Most High Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

Lets ride in the chariots of the clouds
Sittings in the heavenly places
Somewhere far above principalities and powers
Kindling the fire from the throne of thrones
Awakening the arms of the Most High
When the great Pharaohs of our lives shall wails
drowning in the red sea of judgment
We shall soar high on wings like eagles
There we shall run and not grow weary
Singing the songs of Angels on High
Marvel at the glory that dazzle from the throne
Come let us bow before the Lord, in his majesty
Holding strong like the sons of the Most High
Let war break out in the clouds of heavens
Let Micheal and his angels fight the dragon
bringing him down to the pit
We shall not die but live
declaring the works of God in the land
Uttering the tongues of fire,
there we shall call upon him,
He shall show us great
and mighty things that we do not know
Until we purge the earth of chaos and darkness
bringing forth righteousness
from the cliffs of heavens with a shout
Free at last! Free at last!