LORD, BEND US

A Clarion Call to a New Generation

“Will You not revive us again, that Your people may rejoice in You?”
Psalm 85:6 (NKJV)

History holds moments when heaven itself breaks through.
Moments when one young man or woman dares to whisper a dangerous prayer.

So it was with a coal miner’s son from Wales. His name was Evan Roberts. Born in 1878. Only twenty-six. Ordinary in every way. And yet, chosen.

On Thursday, September 29, 1904, at Blaenannerch, Roberts sat under the preaching of Pastor Seth Joshua. The Spirit of God moved in a way that cannot be explained with human words. Roberts would later write:

“I felt a living power pervading my bosom. It took my breath away and my legs trembled exceedingly. This living power became stronger and stronger as each one prayed, until I felt it would tear me apart. My whole bosom was a turmoil and if I had not prayed it would have burst … I fell on my knees with my arms over the seat in front of me. My face was bathed in perspiration, and the tears flowed in streams. I cried out, ‘Bend me, bend me!!’ It was God’s commending love which bent me … what a wave of peace flooded my bosom … I was filled with compassion for those who must bend at the judgement, and I wept. Following that, the salvation of the human soul was solemnly impressed on me. I felt ablaze with the desire to go through the length and breadth of Wales to tell of the Savior.”

Can you see him, beloved? Knees buckling under the weight of holy fire. Tears streaming like rivers down his cheeks. That cry… “Bend me!” echoing through eternity.

Pastor Seth Joshua, stunned, wrote in his diary:
“The revival is breaking out here in greater power. The spirit of prayer and of testimony is falling in a marvelous manner. The young are receiving the greatest measure of blessing. The revival goes on… I have closed the service several times and yet it would break out again quite beyond the control of human power. Group after group came out to the front seeking the full assurance of faith. What was wonderful to me was the fact that every person engaged in prayer, without one exception.”

It could not be contained. Roberts’s meetings would sometimes begin with a few young women singing softly, sharing their testimony, trembling with joy. Roberts himself would often be found on the floor, face in the carpet, weeping. Hours passed like minutes. No prepared sermons. Only the wind of the Spirit guiding each word, each song, each tear.

And the nation shook.
Bars emptied.
Theaters closed.
Police had no work because crime had collapsed.
The land itself bent under the weight of God’s glory.

But what does it mean… “Lord, bend us”?

It means to bow low in surrender.
To yield every stubborn place until His hand reshapes us.
It is more than a prayer. It is a breaking. A giving way.

The prideful heart straightens itself.
The bent heart leans into Jesus.
The proud cry, “I will not be moved.”
But the bent cry, “Not my will, but Yours be done.”

Dear ones, do you not sense it?
The true Bride is crying again, “Lord, bend us.”
The remnant is restless. A holy stirring beneath the surface.
We can feel it in our bones.

We cannot stay stiff.
We cannot stay proud.
We cannot stay unbroken.

A great awakening is coming, and it will not come through eloquence or human strategy. It will come when a generation bows its knees and lets the Spirit bend them.

This prayer…this dangerous, costly prayer…will change the world again.
It will bend hardened sinners at the cross.
It will bend proud pulpits back to humility.
It will bend families into prayer altars.
It will bend the Bride until she reflects the Lamb who was slain.

And the nations will see. And they will tremble.

Lord, bend us.
Bend our wills.
Bend our pride.
Bend our plans.
Bend our hearts until they beat as one with Yours.

This is not just history. It is prophecy.
The cry of Wales in 1904 must become the cry of our hearts in 2025.

Beloved, will you whisper it now? Will you weep it on your knees? Will you let heaven break you, so that He may make you?

With Love,
Steve Porter
www.morningglorydevo.com

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