Our 24-7 Prayer Scotland Gathering was this past Saturday. It was an incredibly special and significant day and we will be sharing more about the day in weeks to come.
But one of the best parts of the day was the time of worship and prayer, standing all together as one on the enormous map of Scotland as we declared God’s hope and purpose over our nation.
A highlight of that time for many there was the poem below written by our team member Rachel Dhillon and there have been many requests for it since.
The poem is something that flowed out of Rachel’s heart recently as she sat praying and processing with God on a Scotland-bound train following our annual 24-7 Prayer EuroLeaders training weekend.
She had been pondering how when different nationalities are invited to pray in their native language, that we as Scots somehow feel we are not included in this. And a fire began to burn in her heart to see Scots stand unapologetically in their identity as Scots, to remember and cherish the rich Christian heritage in this land and to believe in and fight for the soul and purpose of this nation in prayer and in unity.
These words are the result of that fire lit within her, words in the heart language of Scotland.
A’m wantin’ tae see revival o’er oor land.
Fur oor folk tae staun oan the shudders o’giants.
Fur bairns tae na langer sit under th’ breid line.
Fur ilka body tae hae a hame.
Fur Scootlund tae wance again be a steid o’ beauty ‘n’ justice.
A’m wantin’ tae see Scootlund reclaim oor identity.
Ye huvtae understaun that ath’gither we huv a braw wee story.
We staun an we fought th’gither, we gret th’gither, we laughed th’gither, we aw sung th’gither, we raaged th’gither, but aboon a’ else, we loved th’gither.
We ur a faimily.
We ur a nicht warrior nation. Fae the Hielands tae th’ Borders, tae Glescae tae Auld Reekie. We ken oor faithers ‘n’ oor mithers ‘n’ th’ faith.
Thay said let Glescae flourish thro’ th’ preaching o’ thy word ‘n’ th’ praise if o’ thy name. An guid auld Scootlund wid be a land o’ th’ book. We mind th’ revival in the Isle o’ Lewis ‘n’ th’ battle fur oor nation.
‘N’ no it’s about time again; tae mind oor Scootlund’s identity.
As a nation that shouts withoot fear I’ a’ brass neck, that stauns in unity w’ yin another, whaur poetry ‘n’ songs ur written ‘n’ where justice flows lik’ water. Sae th’ day, we staun’ere ‘n’ say, that in this land, Oor God Reigns.