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 isles 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 |  |
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