Our Father, we Join Together in the Loveliness of Your Name to Plead for Your Blessings Upon our Nation. We Love and Praise You for Caring for us, and for the Gift of Living in the USA. Evermore Shelter us to Your Heart, and Help us to Love and Obey Your Righteous Laws. May Your Hand Abide Over our People, wherever they may be, Both Here and throughout the Earth. We Ask these Things, not because there is Any Goodness in us, but because of the Mercies You have for us in Jesus Christ.
O Lord, Pour Out Thy Lovingkindness Upon us through Revival, Granting the Salvation and Deliverance of Many Souls. Keep our President and our Military Safe, and Guard our America from Every Terrorist Attack. O Father our King, we are So Thankful You Hear our Prayers! We Long to See You, and to Praise Thy Son Who Lovingly Died for us.
We Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem, and for the Shining of Thy Light Upon us. Come Soon, Your Excellency, and Usher in the Kingdom of our Christ. Blessed be the Name of our Sovereign Holy One Forever. Through the Grace of our Lord Jesus, we Pray All Things, amen.
The Drum
The drum is sounding in the night,
O listen to it beating,
a dark foreboding heart it throbs
Without a moment's ceasing.
When Eve chose dark instead of light
The first stroke hit the skin,
When Adam joined his choice with her,
The rhythm then began.
The choice was made, the beat began
To echo to the ending
The world was torn with sin of man
The dark beat never ceasing.
Abel's blood cries in the night,
Listen to it moaning,
Violence at another's hands
Without a word of warning.
Lust and pride and greed march on,
like some perverted treasure,.
And anger hurls them all along
Its army without measure.
But a whispered hope came with the fall
Of someone who would come
And heal the breach and make things whole
And still the beating drum.
He came as to us as babe in arms
crying in the night,
The answer to our spirit's woe
the one to make things right.
With his own heart's blood he made
The salve to make men whole,
To bind up all the wounds of sin
That terrify the soul.
The time of healing nears each day
that passes through our hand,
The drumbeat grows more frenzied now
As the clock runs out of sand.
And when the last grain passes through,
with maddening cacophony,
Abel's blood will moan no more,
And the drumbeat cease to be.
And when the last beat of that drum
echos in the night,
He will bring the morning sun
Renewed, and clear and bright.