Carriers of Your Kingdom Call
Set to the beautiful tune 'Waterfall,' composed by Linda Entwistle.
Make us wells of living water, Lord; carriers of Your Kingdom call.
Let many right across our continent see You as You truly are. Let shafts of holy light prevail beyond the dominant ethos of the day, and enable many to grasp the tender goodness that You have shown throughout the ages.
Bring revelation of Yourself through Your Word, Lord Jesus. Forgive us, Father, where we have shrunk our concept of You to fit our own ideas and convenience – and then made frameworks that shut You out from all that You are wanting to do. May our world view expand to embrace the reality of who You really are, and to proclaim the fullness of Your kingdom, in an unending stream of love and worship.
Even as the waves that are shaking the nations grow stronger, our hearts ache for You to reverse the worst of secular thinking, and quench the thirst of yearning souls.
Slake our dry and parched land, and lead souls to follow You, Lord Jesus, even when You lead along paths that lie beyond the edge of human reason, to the realm where faith and love hold sway.
Guide and challenge the powers and authorities who seek to control the water flow. Overrule in all the dominant pressures that are building across our continent.
We pray especially Your nearness to all who are experiencing profound oppression, whether as the result of spiritual, political, financial or family pressures.
Draw aside the veil that lies over the hearts of young and old alike in our nation, so that we may worship and proclaim You as our one and only Lord. (2 Cor. 4:14)
Yes, guide and challenge the powers and authorities who seek to control the water flow. Make highways for Your people through the rising waters, and in all the tensions and pressures that the enemy is devising.
You do not lightly hand Your people over to those who revile Your ways. Do not lift Your hand from us or leave us in the power of disarray.
Teach us to examine our ways and hand all resentments and frustrations back to You, lest they become habitual strongholds underlying all they are.
Make the wellspring of our hearts a pure and limpid stream, wherein You can whisper the secrets of Your heart - and Your voice sound through our lives.