REAL REVIVAL

By Ken Blue

The Evangelist came to church,
With a scream and shout.
“If you want real revival
You must throw these out.”

“The television, it must go,
It is vile and mean.
Especially the satellite,
And the wide flat screen.”

Next, went my beloved laptop,
The net, and email.
“That invention’s of the devil,
And came straight from hell.”

Reluctantly, I tossed my clubs;
Guns and fishing reel.
I’ll get rid of this Iphone.
Now, revival’s real!

I think I’m rid of everything.
It’s all out the door.
Now, obeying all speed limits;
I ask, “Is there more?”

I want revival in my heart,
And love Jesus more.
And so, I thought it had happen.
All was out the door.

Another stepped to the plate,
Anointed from above.
And the content of his message;
Extolled Jesus’s love.

Revivals not in excitement;
Nor is it the shout.
It’s not the top blowing off;
It’s self falling out.

It’s not a white sepulcher,
Nor a shining cup.
It’s opening your heart inside;
Let Him fill it up.

Revival means loving Jesus,
Cause He first loves me.
And letting Him control my life,
In the Spirit, free.

I want revival in my heart,
Emptied of all pride.
Revivals not a surface work,
It’s God’s work inside.