Certainly inspiration rises up like the dawn,
creating continously in this sun-scorched land.
It needs rain, like the body needs oxygen.
Everything is brought to the surface,
rapidly, to deal with, to repent,
to deepen our respective walks with Adonai.
The energy within this city forces eveything
that is dirty within us to billow up, spill over,
then we are re-filled with Adonai's cleanliness,
purity, taking on His very nature.
We cannot put new wine into old wineskins,
or they will burst. He is faithful to see us to the end,
bringing us divine appointments to help us continually
fan the flame for Him, and to finish the race He has
set before us. Selah.
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