Pentecost prayer

As it is Pentecost Sunday this Sunday, and today I was at my favourite retreat http://www.hopeweavers.co.uk/) I had some time to reflect on what I have been hearing here and there from (it seems) all over the South's prophetic community.

The Brink.

The atmosphere is changing,
Can you feel it in the air?
The oxygen is growing
The breath of God through prayer..

Awakenings are stirring,
Whispers here, longings there
Can you feel it? Can you hear it?
The heartbeat we all share....

His people are awakening;
And stirring in the night;
The darkness is receding
Replaced with burning light.

All it takes is but a spark;
Just one flicker from a match;
In the charged electric atmosphere
An inferno quickly catch.

Revival! Is our heart-cry;
Once whispered hushly in the dark;
And yet as light grows brighter
Hope awakens in our heart.

Could it be here, could it be now?
I scarcely dare to breathe..
And yet this piercing longing
In His bride He loves to weave...

Sleeping Beauty! Church! Awaken!
And harken to His call,
Though He alone provides the match
Our prayers provide the oil.