Oh God of the Universe, Who cares so deeply for the ants that crawl on this blue and white marble...so much that You became an Ant--hear our plea from under the sackcloth...we cry out to you for a world rebirth...as it was in the days of the first millenium when the world was turned upside down following your resurrection. Your power that holds this sphere of humanity suspended in space...is adequate to use our clay pots to bring the Water of Life to the thirsty, desperately poor people who cry out to You, but who have not heard of Jesus. Listen to them, Lord. Establish a nation who\'s God is the Lord. Raise up saints in this nation and draw all men to You as they speak Thy Words through multimedia in all the mother tongues. Quickly, we beg You...for the night is far past. Your glorious return is eminent and there is so much work to do. Strengthen and provide the funds to do these things in Your Holy Name and for Your glory. Amen
