Day 11: Psalm .011: I Gotta Fever…and the Only Prescription is Revival!
Your eyes have searched to and fro….
Fix Your gaze…
Upon the sleeping downtrodden,
Upon the grunts despising small things,
Upon those with golden oil coursing through their veins.
You have laid stone upon stone.
You have staved off the enemy.
You have strengthened our arms for conquest.
I am ransacked by Awakening,
Sick with it….
Heaven and earth are starting to tremor
You said You would shake and shake.
May fruit fall from trees, faithful trees…
To the tune of hundreds fold.
I’m not afraid anymore.
I melted in Your eyes of fire
Like a sculpted ice-man ornate.
My liquid ran into soil
Soil and water met Your deep-planted seed
Now Grow, Grow, Grow!
Burst forth, my Lord!
Blossom and overthrow.