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.