Raise us

Father, you have promised us that you will not leave us in the dust. Even if, for some hidden purpose, you caused us to fall, you will renew us. If this is a cross in our lives -- these struggles and battles we are fighting on so many fronts -- then although we may be laid in the tomb, we count on your resurrection. Raise us, Father. Though we may die as slaves, we will be raised as heirs to your Kingdom.

Long ago, while your people were taken from their homes because of their idolatry, you told them that you would restore them to their inheritance. You spoke of a day when you would poor out your own Spirit on them. They prophecy, dream, and see a different reality. For the youngest to the oldest, they would be caught up in your Spirit, in your vision. Father, continue to poor out your Spirit on us. We believe the promise is still ours. May we see your power in the hour of our powerlessness. Amen.