CaRob - Preaching On The Streets

I walk the streets with a fire inside, the Word is burning and I can’t hide. People pass me by with their heads held low, saying “I’m busy, man… I gotta go.” But the Spirit’s shouting louder than the crowd, calling every heart to turn around. The harvest’s ready, but the workers are few, so I lift my voice — I know what I must do. Some say “Not today,” but the Gospel doesn’t wait. The King is on His way, and every soul is worth the chase. I’m preaching on the streets — His Word won’t die. I’m shouting on the corners — His truth is alive. I’m calling every heart — don’t let this pass you by. The time is NOW, the time is NOW, the time is NOW to rise. They say “I’m full of plans, I’ve got my life,” but none of that stands when the trumpet cries. I see the broken ones hiding in the night, and Jesus whispers, “Go — shine My light.” So I stand my ground with a holy roar, the Gospel echo shaking every door. If they won’t come in, then I’ll go out — till every street is filled with Heaven’s shout. No more waiting, no hesitating — the Kingdom’s breaking in. Heaven’s calling, mercy falling — this is where revival begins. Run to the fire, run to the light — Jesus is calling every soul right now No more excuses, no more lies — the King is coming, it’s time is nigh. I’m preaching on the streets — His Word won’t die. I’m shouting on the corners — His truth is alive. I’m calling every heart — don’t let this pass you by. The time is NOW, the time is NOW, the time is NOW to rise.