O, the weakness and the glory of night and day prayer. I truly experienced the NIGHT part of this sentence. From 2004 to 2008( nearly four years) I prayed nightly with a company of people dedicated to not letting the fire go out. The rarity of night and day prayer(at that time) and even now has become even more widespread in America(some 3,000 houses of prayer in the U.S.). God is moving and wants more prayer to arise and fill the bowls in heaven!
This is a reflection of appreciating the past-which 2008 wasn’t the end of prayer, it continued at IHOP-KC til the end of 2012-but the new place is here in California. The state that has received(probably..I am guessing) more prophetic words of judgment because of its immorality. Well, all I have to say is that now is not the time to talk about it but revival is for everyone, everywhere, at the time in which God releases it. We have a lot of work to do to create a revolution. As Todd White says, “Why don’t you just be the move of God?”
Blue chairs,
Gray floor,
Wanting more,
Not knowing,
Always growing,
Weakness in the making,
Love for the taking,
All the faking thrown
Out, all the pain coming
Out—felt it young, the unsung
Songs I never sang aloud, scarred
And torn since the day I was born—
Says the song that plays real loud,
I see the past, those chairs I sat in
That message I lived in,
Those words that would dig in,
Those endless rebukes—do you
Know who you are? Get rid of the
Scar, speak and seek and reek
Havoc on the wild child inside of
You—it came as a lion could roar,
With a hunger for more,
With blue chairs
And a gray floor—
It was a revolution,
Subtle and meek,
So I could learn to
Speak—lion inside
Wild outside, boys
To the side, time to
Abide in the vine—get
Rid of the wine called
Acceptance—a new row
Of chairs before me, same
Gray floor, different state,
Different plate of struggle
And the feast of greatness
Before you—prepare you,
Prepare me—gray chairs
Are here to stay, but new
Chairs, new things to sit
With, new things to speak
To you with—new people
To impress only to digress
Back into the chairs, where
You are seated with me,
And I am seated with you—
Find me here, in gray chairs,
Waiting for nothing
Ready for a new something—
A new thing, a new blue
And gray for a new day