Oba Walker - Tell Me More

The earth is like a woman Ravaged by men;
Seeds of corruption
Have been sown throughout her land;
But the harvest time has come, The Master’s sickle is in His hand; To pluck up and destroy
All the evil works of men.
But tell me of a new civilization,
Oh, tell me of my journey back to Eden;
Oh, tell me of Boaz and redemption, Oh, tell me of a virtuous woman, God’s Bride.
Like a woman in travail,
The earth groans under iniquity; Science has ravished her virtues To produce lying vanities,
Her birth pains are increasing, The signs are clear to see; Earthquakes in divers places, Volcanoes erupting suddenly;
Oh, tell me of a glorious resurrection, Oh, tell me the desert shall bloom like a rose;
Oh, tell me of the wonderful Millennium,
Oh tell me of glorious Mt. Zion, My future home.
Like a woman that’s perverted, Sin has stripped her of her hair; Man has cut down all her forests; She’s almost naked everywhere; She’s polluted in her rivers,
The land, the air and sea;
She must burn with the holy fire of God
To restore her purity.
But tell me what’s under those Seven Trumpets,
Oh, tell me of God’s three-fold mystery;
Oh, tell me of the greatest love story, Oh, tell me about of a Man called Jesus, Who died for me.
Oh, tell me, where will I go when the fire starts burning?
Oh, tell me about my Theophany; Oh, tell me of the great Wedding Supper,
Oh, tell me of my Lord, who’s yet a little higher, My eyes shall see.
Oh, tell me what’s under those Seven Trumpets,
Oh, tell me that the cycle has returned;
Oh, tell me why it had to be little Shepherds,
Oh, tell me of the Inside Life with Jesus, Who died for me.
Oh, tell me that my troubles are all gone,
Oh, tell me that it’s only six inches long;
Oh, tell me of the Catalina Mountains,
Oh, tell me the Seventh Dove has descended, To lead me home.
Oh tell me of Amos between Joel and Obadiah
Oh tell me of the roaring of The Lion
Oh tell me of the People
Being made ready to leave this world.