The grass may whither and the flower may fade, but your word will never pass away. Not one jot or tittle will be erased or abolished. They are more firm than the mountains. They shall persist from age to age because you O God endure forever, and your faithfulness persists from generation to generation.
We gather today to hear that word. In it our hearts delight. We long for it as for food, even more than bread for the body. It is more precious than rubies and more desirable than abundant riches. It is our wealth. It is our health. Your voice is our hearts content.
So we ask that you might fill these walls with the echo of your Spirit. May it be that when we leave this place we may say, “The Lord has been in our midst. He has spoken directly to us.” God, we pray that we may have the same reaction as those souls who after speaking with Jesus said, “Did our hearts not burn within us?” May we feel that stirring in our own souls.
Give us O God, a taste of your goodness and be filled with your love. Grant us the privilege today to sit at your feet and be fed with the meat of your word.
