The kind that makes an appeal for rededication, who no speaker has said a word.
The kind that is so wrought with self-examination it is as if no one else was around and I had shown up to camp meeting by myself.
The kind of such strength it compels to be taken home and not told, but lived.
The kind that is meant for the End Times.
And that was last night, at the BEGINNING of the Sabbath. So now the bar is set, expectations for today are that much higher...
"They crave His choicest blessings. God does not wait for the Sabbath to pass before He grants these requests."
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