The Pinnacle Outpouring

I bowed before the Lord. Like a little brook, His Spirit flowed. As I went lower, the Bestower Poured more into my soul. A whole refreshing, a mighty blessing Like a fragrant arboretum flowed. As praise I raised, heaven heaved And more began to flow O’r me. From prostrate now to hands uplifted: Yes, more and more upon me rolled. My mouth became a spout of shouts, Still greater His glory poured. The stronger my worship of His Sonship New Heights came and a wonderful “oneship” And the glory poured more and more! Until fully abandoned, all constraint reprimanded The fullness of God rained upon me. A resplendent outpouring, a fountain of diamonds; A Niagara of refining, no sun could outshine it. A light with refractions: a trillion gems That exclaimed a glory no writer could pen! Oh, the magnificence of His presence! When self truly died and on Him, I relied This vision of blessing appeared. The light and the bliss, no words tell the story Of the grandeur and height of His glory. The Pinnacle outpouring, comes only from showing When self is slain and His Spirit reigns. Come Holy outpouring! Come joy beyond knowing! Open the flood gates, great glory awaits!