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Brother Fuller, Overflowing

His voice almost an auctioneer’s His tone assured, authoritative His words convicting Pure scripture many times And with joy unspeakable: “We are beholders, containers Of the supernatural, my friends. Time and again Pentecost comes Perhaps not with the grandeur Of that First Church But warmly, honestly And with the fragrance of Christ. We know of our roots, our journey Our cleansing Unavoidable trials Certain destination. We have been called We remember the Spirit’s wooing We know not why We only rejoice Circumstances notwithstanding. That oppressive world says We are tied up in knots By rules and by fear. In so saying they are part wrong and part right No not rules but constraining love Not dread of the Almighty But holy compunction never to disappoint. Love’s captives we are. And thankful for it. We take the abuse Forgive at all costs Share what little we have Speak the good report Stop at the gutter To uplift the tear-streaked ones. It’s the life force of Jesus Nothing of our manu…