“Yes God Will”

This is such a simple phrase; it is a cry to the parent of creation, Yes, God Will! The bully in the classroom of life will always belittle any argument that a force of comanding power would come to our defense.

My mother was a strong and heavy handed woman that could out run her children. We feared her with total and unquestionable respect. I once came home with a mark on my arm from my third grade teacher. She was cross-eyed and possibly did not see the didnot see the scare she had made on my arm. My mother grabbed me like a laundry bag and towed my weightless little body to the teacher's house! I was truly afraid for my third grade teacher. My mother had spoken the fear God into my teacher and we never had another problem.

This Sunday's outreach is an inclusive effort to bring glory to God's Kingdom. Yes, God will heal the sick, Yes, God will save the lost, and yes, God will have His Way!

Devotional Poem

"Battle Cry for Corona"

Oh God, send forth your angels of war tonight! Line them up like planes ready to take flight. Clear the runway of any distraction. Light the stage for God's upcoming attraction. It is battle time to be set apart. It is time to love with God's heart.

Lock in your belt and gear. Speak the word without fear. Take up your shield on your right. Open with prayer with all your might. Aim your sword at the enemy in sight. Chase the darkness into the light. Tell the enemy that God is near. Be bold in your faith and have no fear.

It is time to rumble in the praying hour. It is time to shake up the ground with God's power.

Send the enemy the first blow. Spear the evil with a Holy bow. Hear the sound of Angels and men. Watch the sky as the war begins.

Listen to the wind spinning in the sea. God is returning to claim his deed. Watch Him pull the root from His seed.

Lower your as the angels surf the sea. It is time to set the captives free. Listen to the fear as it pants like a deer. The second Pentecost is almost near.

Can you hear the trumpet sound as the angel bound the ground? The vials of the seventh seal is breaking to reveal, the cry for the last soul to become silent and still.

Cry for the soul that will not grow old. It is time for the north wind to end and the war against sin to begin. It is Jesus in the wind, it Jesus in the end.

Prayer

Dear Father, bless the mission of Purple Ark! Send your Angel tonight to prepare the way for deliverance and healing. Anoint the ground of Howard Street. Pour out your presence, fill the church with your love. Bring us together to serve the poor.

In Jesus Name

Amen

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