Father these fallen sons of pride, bound unto perdition, Father Breath INTO this Nation, Your Presence AGAIN, let the darkness TREMBLE, let those that love their darkness, HOWL. Take this nation so THIRSTY for Your Truth, Presence and SEND Rain that they die not as dust. The DARKEST, DARKER THE LAST Hour of darkness, the Brightest the Power, Presence Seen. Magnify Your Truth, BY Rain. Flood the earth with Brightness of Your Light of Truth.
The Glorious Vine of the Gardener, Pruned of disobedience, unbelief, Bring forth the Greatest HARVEST OF Your Fruit, Truth. The Seed Panted, Your Workers their Eyes Fixed on You, Wait for Rain. Glorify Your Self. God.
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