Busy. Crazy busy. It’s coming from all angles. We’re trying to hold the line. With hopes that we will receive a supply drop and reinforcements soon. The plans are set, the mission sound. But where are Your soldiers? Where is our cover-fire? We hear a few shells here and there, some mortars in the night…but the line is seemingly scary thin.
We’ve got the building. We answered the call. We’ve fought through Hell’s defenses and You’ve routed them all. You’ve taught us to pray; You’ve born into us the purest worship. But now we grow weary and ragged from the fight…from holding the line….
Oh send Your barrage, bring the rain. Run right up the middle whilst the enemy gawks. Come Lord Jesus, come…bring The Rain…bring it hard. Let’s burn this place down!
I trust You. Yet I am exhausted. Frustration mounts, but I know You are truer still. Help my unbelief; where I have grown faithless, remain faithful. Let me not grow weary in well doing. We shall hold. We WILL hold! And in due season WE SHALL REAP…if we do not lose heart.
Come raven. Come quail. Come manna. Come gifts. Bring fruit to fruition on this weather-beaten vine. I will abide. I will abide. Come Spirit. Come Fire. Come Baptism Power….
There. Is. No. Way. I’m. Stopping. Now!