I love to stand on the hills early in the morning. When the skies are clear and I can see my city below. Hope floods my heart for the things to come and I sit upon the rocks looking down, speaking into the wind all the goodness of my Father’s heart.
My city will be known as a place filled with love. My city will know healing and mercy. My city will have compassion in abundance. Our children will laugh in joy. Our businesses will prosper. Our city will be known for family unity in marriages. Our city will be a haven to the lost. Our city will draw the attention of a nation. Music and dancing will flood our streets. Our city will be known as the place where the Holy One dwells.
This is not a dream, it’s a reality yet to be seen.