The words of one ancient hymn go, “Spirit of the Living God, fall fresh on me.” Another older hymn calls out, “All is vain unless the Spirit of the Holy One comes down.” To these a modern chorus may be added, “Holy Spirit, You are welcome here; come flood this place and fill the atmosphere.” Then, as I get ready to enjoy and glorify God in one of the assemblies of the saints on this Lord’s Day, I am reminded of the words of a modern-day declaration:
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights ’til I’m found, leaves the ninety-nine.
I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away.
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God.
Christian friends, at Horizon Church and elsewhere, is this the panting of your heart? Do you long for a fresh outpouring of God’s love…
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