Open heaven, God, and bring that glory down that will rip into our hardened hearts and awaken us to God. It is spreading across this nation even now, drops of it falling from the sky, drops of purest glory. Open heaven, God, and let it rain. We need the soaking.
. . . . it has begun.
Artwork: Storm Over Tenaya © 2000 Stephen Lyman
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