The Lord is here now. He calls us to return in brokenness.
But will we truly come to Him? Not with hollow prayers. Not with rehearsed religion. But with hearts torn, spirits humbled, souls undone? Will we come not only for what He can do, but for who He is—holy, righteous, beautiful beyond compare?
Oh, Church, it is time.
Break your heart before Him. Tear it like the veil was torn—wide open, exposed to His light. We don’t need better words—we need real repentance. We need holy desperation. We need blood-soaked prayer—not because we bleed, but because He did.
Our hearts groan with conviction.
We have sinned.
We have tolerated what He hates.
We have made peace with the chains He died to break.
We have been too full of ourselves to be filled with Him.
But now—we return.
We yearn for more of Him. Less of us.
We cry like David: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” (Psalm 51:10, NASB)
We cry like Moses: “If Your presence does not go with us, do not lead us up from here.”(Exodus 33:15, NASB)
We cry like the psalmist: “My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God?” (Psalm 42:2, NASB)
Let us return not just in words, but in weeping. Let us fall at the feet of Yeshua and cry, “Worthy!” with tears streaming down our cheeks—not because we want something from His hand, but because we cannot live without His face.
Ask Him now:
Lord, I repent.
Lord, I need You.
Lord, I’m not okay with sin anymore.
Lord, I want You more than comfort, more than control, more than myself.
Let the Spirit groan within you. Even when you don’t know how to pray, He knows the cry of the heart. And with just a word—He can change everything.
He has the power to heal.
He has the power to deliver.
He has the power to break every chain.
He has the power to purify your heart.
He has the power to make you new.
But He is not just power.
He is your portion. He is your reward. He is your God.
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Prayer
Lord God, I come not to be comforted but to be changed. My heart is broken over my sin. I don’t want to be the same. I want You. I want Your holiness to burn in me. I want Your presence to wreck me and remake me. Tear down everything false, everything proud, everything impure. I surrender again. I repent again. I lay myself down—not to gain a blessing, but to give You the worship You deserve. You are everything, and I want only You. In the name of Yeshua, the Lamb who was slain, Amen.
