Lord God of Elijah, I do not ask,
like your servant the prophet, who cried out from under the broomtree,
and asked you to let him die.
But I do ask you to come,
in a still small voice.
Come to my weary heart.
Come to my desert place.
Come to my broomtree.
Come.
Amen.
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Oh Lord God of Bob Hostetler, I pray you grant his prayer. Come to him in a mighty, miraculous and powerfully bold way. Come to him quickly, come even as I agree with him in prayer.
Amen
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