There are lost everywhere. They live in 2 story upper middle class homes, but their souls are desolate wastelands. They work 9-5 jobs but are in deep spiritual poverty. They worship gods they do not know. They long for a love they do not know exists. How will they know if you do not tell them? send them to me. Bring my bread and wine to their table. Show them the reality of my broken body and spilled blood. Allow me to touch the depth of their hearts. TELL them. whom shall I send? Whose lips can I burn, whose heart can I ignite? Who is ready to be a single flame in a dark world? My spirit will fan that flame. My word will prepare your heart. My hands will burn your lips with coal. Who will dare to pray MY will and MEAN it? Whose heart aches for the lost? For the forgotten ones, the prodigals, the adulterers who have left their first love for a life of shame. Who will touch the broken hearted with my sweet words and soothing voice? who will bind up their wounds? That is the passion of Messiah. That is the Spirit's call. That is the Father's heart. Will you go for Me? I'll come with you!
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