Come, beloved. Come to the Lord. Come because the river flows freely to all who thirst. The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come!”—and let the one who hears echo it still. Let the one who is thirsty draw near, and let the one who desires take the water of life without cost (Revelation 22:17, NASB). There is no cost but surrender. No price but your pride. No payment but your praise.
Let your soul rise now and walk into His presence. The Lord is holy. The Lord is above all, seated high and lifted up. The train of His robe fills the temple, and the whole earth cries, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts, the whole earth is full of His glory” (Isaiah 6:1–3, NASB). Do not stand far off. You were made for this presence. The river is here. Come and be immersed. Come and be filled.
The wind blows where it wills, and you hear its sound—but do you not perceive the Spirit moving? Do you not feel Him calling you deeper? He comes to rest on the yielded, to dwell with the hungry. “If anyone loves Me, he will keep My word; and My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our dwelling with him” (John 14:23, NASB). Lay it all down. Every lesser thing. Every fear. Every idol. Let your flesh be silenced and your heart rise with the cry, “More of You, Lord. Only You.”
You sang the songs. You lifted hands. But now He calls you to live it. To walk where the river leads. To yield your vessel and be filled with fire from above. “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be My witnesses” (Acts 1:8, NASB). This is not a performance. This is not an echo of yesterday’s fire. This is the glory of the Living God, descending now—hovering over you, waiting to rest within you.
You asked, “How long, O Lord?”—but He asks you, “Will you come away with Me?” You cry for victory, yet hesitate at the altar. The fire falls where the sacrifice is laid. The cloud descends where the people wait. The river breaks forth where dry ground is broken. Come, not with pretense, but with hunger. Come, not to be seen, but to behold.
Come to the Lord.
He is able. “Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us…” (Ephesians 3:20, NASB).
He is the One your soul longs for. “As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants for You, God” (Psalm 42:1, NASB).
He is the glory we cry out for.
He is the river we wade into.
He is the fire that rests on us.
He is the house we were made to dwell in.
Prayer
Lord, I come. I lay it all down—my sin, my striving, my self. Wash me in Your river. Rest on me with Your Spirit. Let Your glory fall here and now. I long for You, and You alone. You are holy, You are able, You are above all, and I surrender to Your presence. Lead me into the deep places. Fill me until I overflow. Let my life become a house where You dwell forever. In the name of Yeshua, amen.
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