Weekend Wisdom: Build Your Kingdom Here

Come set Your rule and reign
In our hearts again
Increase in us we pray
Unveil why we’re made
Come set our hearts ablaze with hope
Like wildfire in our very souls
Holy Spirit come invade us now
We are Your Church
We need Your power
In us

We seek Your kingdom first
We hunger and we thirst
Refuse to waste our lives
For You’re our joy and prize
To see the captive hearts released
The hurt; the sick; the poor at peace
We lay down our lives for Heaven’s cause
We are Your church
We pray revive
This Earth

Build Your kingdom here
Let the darkness fear
Show Your mighty hand
Heal our streets and land
Set Your church on fire
Win this nation back
Change the atmosphere
Build Your kingdom here
We pray

Unleash Your kingdom’s power
Reaching the near and far
No force of hell can stop
Your beauty changing hearts
You made us for much more than this
Awake the kingdom seed in us
Fill us with the strength and love of Christ
We are Your church
We are the hope
On Earth

 Rend Collective Experiment

(emphasis mine)

Comments

  1. It’s a cool song, except for the “set your church on fire” bit…the church in which Barbara and I were married (the first time) was a lovely place…and it was burned down by a bloke who thought he could cover his theft of the sacramental wine.

    Rapunzel is eating potato chips AND drinking Gatorade by the bottle. She’s still shaky, but you would not believe the support she gets from the other dogs. They love her, and when she goes out, two of the biggest walk by her sides, so she doesn’t feel like she will fall…and when she squats to urinate (pardon me!) one of them sticks her head under Puzzle’s belly, so her legs won’t buckle.

    • Rommie and I are so happy to hear about Rapunzel’s recovery. I just wish humans helped each outher out as much as animals help one another.

      Sorry to hear about the church where you and Barbara were married. The restaurant where Joe and I had our first date also burned down a couple years later. It was never rebuilt.

      • Sometimes, we do help each other…and it can be unexpected.

        When I was still well enough to go to Walmart by myself, I would often find that the local homies would appear from nowhere…they’d load my cart, and then put the groceries in the car…and fol;low me home to make sure I arrived OK.

        Once, i was too ill to drive home…and a shaven-headed tattooed chap lifted me from the driver’s seat, very gently laid me in the back, drove me home, and he and his mates unloaded the car. The dogs let them pass. They knew i was in caring, honourable hands.

        As you know, I’m a former paramilitary…a nice word for “mercenary”…and perhaps they saw a kinship, because they do live with a sense of honour. It does take the rush to judgement out of the heart.

        I am so sorry that you lost the restaurant. It’s one reason I am all for “rebuild, as it was”; every structure is a repository for, and a guardian of memories.

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