A Vision for Reno

Reno − the city of divorce,
The city of green felt and slots,
Where few have ever shown remorse,
Where drugs are sold and women bought−
Becomes transformed within a year
From Satan’s harmful realm of sin
To a stronghold where God appears
And his great army fights and wins.

Gamblers once seen to bet their green
Go kneel and pray on public streets,
Freezers that once were bare or lean
Are heaped, through gifts, with pounds of meats.
While thieves return their stolen goods,
With broken marriages restored,
People with plenty share their food
And sing their praises to the Lord.

The city blossoms with Good News,
With healings, prophecies and tongues.
No churches have sufficient pews
To seat the eager old and young.
A fresh wind blows the dark skies clear,
A rainfall cleanses city streets,
The Gospel is proclaimed by seers
To the policemen on their beats,
To housewives shopping in the malls,
To poor with carts of clothes and cans,
To children holding Barbie dolls
And to the lines of football fans.
In hospitals the beds are bare
As prayers bring patients back to health.
The city’s power lies in prayer,
The city boasts of sacred wealth.

Reporters, who descend in droves
To see what changed the gambling town,
View miracles like Jesus’ loaves
Inside a town turned upside down.
The news is broadcast everywhere,
From San Francisco to Cape Cod,
To Florida and Delaware,
That Reno knows the living God.
“We know there’s been a bad mistake,”
Remark the cynics in the East.
“Perhaps they’re actors, frauds and fakes−
It can’t be true it’s Kingdom yeast.”
Yet the sick keep coming to Reno,
And they keep leaving healed, with smiles,
As preachers teach in old casinos
And Satan’s ways go out of style.

In Reno Jesus rules the hearts,
Freedom in Christ has turned the key.
Rebirths of Christian healing arts
Unbind the blind, so they can see.
Pilgrims arrive to gain new lifts
And see Lord Jesus’ people shine.
Many receive the Spirit’s gifts
And God reveals Himself by signs.
As people see with the Spirit’s eyes,
The Word of God is spread around;
Those once called fools are known as wise,
As God converts the gambling town.

~Day Williams