How could I live and see what I saw? Garbled words of love and of worship tumbled out of my mouth as I struggled to hang on to my self-control. I was no longer trying to worship. Worship was undoing me,, pulling me apart. And to be pulled apart was both terrifying and full of glory.
John White, When The Spirit Comes With Power, p. 88
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