John’s Prayer

And oh that God would raise up, in this room
And across this country, and the world
Young preachers
Who leave their hearers with a spiritual sense of shock
At the sense of God

Some sense of the infinite weight of the Glory of God
That's my longing, that’s my prayer
That God would raise up thousands of broken hearted
Bible saturated preachers
Who are dominated by a sense of the greatness, and the majesty
And the holiness of God
As He has been decisively revealed
In Jesus Christ, through the Gospel of Christ Crucified
Risen, and reigning today
Over all nations, all armies, all cancer cells, and all politics, and all churches
And all false religions

That there would be a, a grouping of pastors, today, of the amazing weight
Of the absolute claims of the Lordship of Christ over the nations, and over everybody in your city
They will bow, or they will burn
There is no doubt about it - Jesus Christ lays absolute claim on planet Earth!
Everybody in your city must bow their knee

God did not ordain the cross of Christ, or create the Lake of Fire
In order to communicate the insignificance of belittling His glory
The death of the Son of God, and the damnation of unrepentant human beings
Are the loudest shouts conceivable under heaven
That God is infinitely Holy
That sin is infinitely offensive
That wrath is infinitely just
And that grace is infinitely precious;
And that the brief little life, that you and I live, and that everybody in our churches lives
Is going to issue very quickly, either in everlasting joy -or in everlasting pain

This has got to grip us!
Where, brothers, is this weight going to be felt, if not from you?