Revival

God gives revival every day
As we look to Him in Prayer,
Wherever we may be
His Holy Spirit’s there –
The Great Almighty God,
Yet our dearest, closest Friend,
As He communes with us
Our hearts are stirred within.
No man can bring revival,
Nor can it be worked up;
Only God can touch a heart,
And fill an empty cup.
Whether in the deepest valley,
Or on the mountain high,
Revival comes from God alone
As souls to Him draw nigh.
It may be in the morning,
Or in the noonday bright;
It may be in a crowded place,
Or alone in the darkest night;
It may be in a warm, loving church
Where spiritual blessings flow,
Or behind cold prison walls
Where no spiritual life doth show.
God’s hand is always extended,
No matter where we are,
To draw closely back to Himself
Souls who’ve wandered afar.
Revival’s for those alive in Christ
Who’ve gone their selfish way…
Oh, how we all need Revival
Each and every day.

Father, give us contrite hearts,
May we humbly bow and pray.