The musters of the cricket wake me! To my knee......till my pillow is soaked.....! O Lord my Father and My GOD, with bent knees and wet eyes i plead with thee, deny me not i pray Thee, this one request, my utmost quest and greatest goal I seek not Gold, Greatness, Glory nor Gratifications, for they all are vague! But, Grant me at least once in my very lifetime to witness a genuine REVIVAL, Let this cry thrive for generations, let its quest fade not like the wasted dawn!, let it daily thunder in her echo through nations and seek out her yoke-fellow......till it RAIN again. i have seen: Subtle episodes of moves that never became a dazzling sight of THY ARRIVAL, Greater thunderstorms that lacked THE RAIN! Lousy, noisy costly jamz! we only had sweat we never wept! Bigger, mega, massive, multi, global events that failed to bring homely local convictions, Im young, but tired of this clouds that raise our hope in a season of drought, Im sure that this deciet is at sore state, let me report that all is not well in my Land, Father, Im aware that i may be demanding what may look strange, but i dare to pay its price! Prove me wrong on This Father, Spare me to recall, but if i err with my account call me swiftly to order! But just permit my midnite discuss not to fade as the dawn! Light it for ages till it RAIN on us again ?......Jehovah! You came sometimes ago, you visited Our Land too then, i read about it....! But, You know its been long a time, The men who hosted you then were now with you, they were too good to be left here to rot, you kept them and their ACTS as a valid standard rock sample! So we would have no excuses....... They sought thee in poverty, and proved thee in royalty, righteousness was their trademark the cross was their hallmark, flames of fire they were, even angels ministered to them, mighty were their few words, thundering through isles as tent rents, Camps break, city quake, mill freeze and town still as you arrived, villages glows, rivers white as the new birth rose. Mere men unschooled, but creative and productive by the outworking of the Spirit of excellence that came UPON them! Few they were, but great they were, Kings dare them not in the DAYS of THY POWER, their purple robes kept the throne, But then, the POWER that kept the town need no special garment. Nothing intimidates this conquered men, even Death to them is gain! They were Thy prophets! Not because of what they had aquired, nor because of what they could see and accurately say about people,...... But because they declares to a rebelious nation and a obstinate people nothing but THUS SAITH THE LORD GOD,! The Miracle you wrought in their days were no bigger deal THAN the several who wept at the alter in true repentance! God if im judge to be truthful in these accounts then! Here is my request, PLEASE DENY ME NOT! John the baptist never healed any sick but when shall my Jordan see such a miracle of true repentance, that cut accros major professions Johns greatness wasnt by miracles..... PLEASE DONT GIVE ME GREATNESS-BY-miracle, this might be an obstacle too! Baba mi, pls i beg you! Many around me are dying! Struggling without an experience of true abundant spiritual life, frustrated by the misleading confussions of our days, the controvesies, counter arguements, doubts and opinions that had many hardened in their sins and scores hindered by questionable amusements. We have become ingrates and unthankful......sob!...., cruel and ungrateful, unloving but lustful, covetious yet jealous but devoid of virtues that would have approved us as virtous!......ahhhhha.....Thy Word we have despised and techically neglecting, But vain ryhmns and loud noise we honor and recite,..... Thee we less believe, the demon of unbelief hunt and afflicts in Thy shiloh, we condemned the world and join its campaign along the route of the vanity fair. Yet our pride of luxury, high mighty edifice had blinded our eyes, we boast of the perishables and brag about what we shall ever service or change, as a fooled fool our envy was a damaging fault only Th can fix.......because it is at a critical state......yet our unseriousness to take issues of eternal value seriously made some to reason with us as critical....sob....but we were liars, coward, CHEAT, hypocrites, robber of God not just swindlers of the unsuspecting,.....bad tempered, we have repeated played purposes into the hand of the devil, we have not only proved ourselves to be arrogantly ambitious, but fruitless idle vagabonds, perverting Thy WORD! Alas..... icabod......sobs!........ Father, i remember that ...... Nikolas Count Ludwig Von Zinzendorf, Griffith Jones, Gilbert Tennant, John Wesley, George Whitefield, Jonathan Edwards, David Brainerd, Willam Carey, Adoniran Judson, Charles G. Finney, Dwight L. Moody, John Hudson Taylor, Bill Sunday, Evan Roberts, Charles F. Parham, Frank Bartleman, Joseph Smale, William Seymour, Lucy Farrow, Adam & Amiee Semple McPherson, John G. Lake, Cecil Polhill, William E. Durham, George Muller, William & Catherine Booth, Walter & Pheobe Palmer, Charles H. Spugeon, G. Salvanarola, John Knox, David Livinstone and Mary Slessor........are human as i am! If they made you open the HEAVENS THEN! Please be kind unto me too, just to witness one TRUE REVIVAL before i die! .....an all night discuss with Jehovah--------+++++bfm@villax 260614(1:30-5:35am)
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 05:01:33 +0000
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