God's Promises in Prayer

i could barely get a prayer out through a trembling voice and tears streaming down my cheeks. And it is not a gritting my teeth, god, i'm doing my part. You owe me this man kind of prayer. It's the joy of my life. That little room in the basement of this church. To anybody else that thinks an oversized closet in an old church building, but to us, that's holy ground. So if we really took jesus seriously on the invitation to prayer, seriously enough to put theory into practice, what would happen in you? What would happen in our city when we find them?