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So I’m riding my bike through the city. Its late enough so that I’m almost the only one out except some taxis and someone whose had a little bit of refreshments and the merrily greet me as I pass them by. But it’s not so late that I would have to be in despair. I see the leaves falling from the trees as the breeze is increasing in strength. The fall is here and it’s preparing itself to show its real nature. And I’m waiting. I’m ready for the Rains to come. I can hear the thunder in the distant. It’s like a train on the edge of the town. As the Autumn are to come and they will fill the land with pools of blessings.

I feel so free riding my bike. No hurry and I can just enjoy. My mind is filled with gratitude how my Caretaker ones again heard my silent sighs and we had a wonderful time inside. It’s amazing to see how some cards, singstar or air-hockey can bring so much joy to people’s lives. And they don’t have a clue of how much they gave me when I lost and I got to see the joy of victory on their faces.

But it’s not all victory, it’s not all rejoicing. At the same time we are talking about the ones absent. We know where they are, but because of my presence the truth is avoided. We all know what is going on, but not many dare to say it out loud. Because of me they don’t speak. And it’s fine as I don’t need to hear the words. I see the hopeful eyes that fade away, I see the lonely ones walking around hoping for someone to greet them, I see the boy looking at the girl and how she turns her back to him, I see the ones hiding in the corner not wanting to be disturbed and I surely see the ones who are everywhere all the time. No need for words. It’s all written out there, in everything in everything they do and are. And it all makes me so sad. There must be more than this. I know there is more. Oh if they would only know. If they could only get the Real Stuff at least once and not only some cheap copycat trying to make a substitute for something that can not be replaced. How can they be so living yet so lifeless at the same time?

Sure as gold is precious and honey is sweet, so you love this city and you love these streets. Every man and woman every old and young. Every fathers daughter every mothers son. I feel it in my spirit feel it in my bones. You’re going to send revival bring them all back home.

There must be more than this, oh Breath of God come breath within. There must be more than this, Spirit of God we wait for you.

Come like a rushing wind. Clothe us with power from on high. Now set the captives free and leave us abandoned to your grace.

Consuming fire fan into flame a passion for your name. Spirit of God would you fall in this place?.. Lord let your glory fall.

Fill us anew we pray.