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One Purple House


One Purple House.
A history like no other. 

Ready for transformation.
Declarations of the highest.

One group of 20' somethings, 
excited for the journey this entails. 

Numerous hearts ready to be restored. 

Through Jesus
hearts will be saved. 

Through Jesus, 
testimonies will be made. 

Have your will, Jesus. 

One Purple House. 
What wonders of the Word.

Through Jesus. 
What Disciples will be made. 

A step closer to revelation. 




God we lift this up in your name.  The opportunities that have risen, we thank you for them.  Every day we are reminded that there is great power in the name of Jesus.  Great power in your LOVE, and GRACE. Grant us the ears to hear, the eyes to see and the faith to be abiding to your word.  Whatever this purple house may become, we pray that it becomes a light onto the word.  A safe place.  We pray into the word given of dark clouds above, and the way that your Holy Spirit being over this city moved these clouds of darkness away.  Break the chains of the city, restore their hope and faith.  
Power in your name, Jesus. 
What power.
Amen. 

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