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Father, I petition you
I lift before you my friends
My brethren from TBC
This band of pilgrims
And their faithful captain, Don North
Rain on them, Father
Even as Pete North used to sing
"It's beginning to rain, rain, rain..."
Let them hear your voice, Father
Thunder from heaven, Lord
Shatter the walls
Fill the cup
Heal the land
Consume them in reformation fire
Seraphim bearing cleansing coals
Fulfill the vision you gave Chris Martin
Dig the wells, Lord
As your spirit moved there when I was little
But more so
Bring that seed to fruition
Pour out the bowls, Lord
Reveal what you showed me
Your great fire engulfing the little blue church
Send the seraphim, burn them
Don's sturdy arms upraised, his face alight
Heal them, restore them
Visit them, Jesus
Come walk the aisles
Touch the broken places
Soothe the weariness
Breathe on them, your people
Called by your name
Your body in the earth
In Oroville, in Southside
Visit them, Lord
Your word says
You are a consuming fire
Consume them

Stephen Pursell, '02