The Final hours of the Burn…
I love you Lord and I lift my voice
to worship you, O, my soul rejoice.
Take joy my King in what you hear
may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear!
to worship you, O, my soul rejoice.
Take joy my King in what you hear
may it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear!
Coming before our great God with humility and rejoicing is where I want to remain. God opened up and poured out His blessings on us during the 28 hours of worship. I don’t know if I could even explain in words what this experience was like. In the final hours the presence of God was strong and mighty. Don’t get me wrong, His presence flooded this house the entire 28 hours, but man those last 10 hours kept building and building! I had been going in and out of the room where the worship was, but the set before ours drew me in. The beat of the drum and single voice lured me. I didn’t want to be torn away, but 1/2 hour before our set our team met to pray. With great excitement and not knowing what this was going to look like at all, we took the lead. I really didn’t know what role I would play in this, but as the first notes began to be sung it didn’t matter anymore. I just worshiped Jesus. I worshiped with my voice, loud and strong; with my prayer, for the many things God put on my heart to pray for; and with my tears. Nothing seemed to exist except the praise of God. I connected with Him like never before in my life. After the set I could do nothing but fall on my face to thank Him. It was all Him, not me, and I wanted to make sure that nothing in me would make it about me. I don’t want any pride to well up in me. It really helped that I was able to sit there as worship continued all around me.
The next to last set was a drum circle. Everyone there pulled out anything that they could keep a beat with and they lifted a joyful noise to the Lord! It was crazy! Instead of beating on something, I picked up some colored pencils and drew a picture of what was going through my mind. Even though I really wanted to go to sleep I stayed for the last set and it was amazing. Some of the time I just sat back and watched as people danced, children played, some stood with arms raised, others fell prostrate on the ground and I smiled as I watched. Songs were sung in both German and English and it was a sweet, sweet sound in Jesus ear.
