The cry, "Help us!" ascends from the chamber where you meet, and it is music in the ear of the Most High, for it is the voice of adoption. You have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but the Spirit of adoption whereby you cry, "Abba, Father!" That very room is named with the cry of the Son, Yeshua the Messiah, and the Father's ear is bent low to hear it. When souls unite to besiege the throne of mercy, there is power that shakes the gates of heaven. The Spirit Himself makes intercession in us with groanings that cannot be uttered, and He knows the mind of the Lord.
You feel your need, that is well, but forget not that your need itself is the best plea. He healed them that had need of healing, not them that could prate about their fine sense of it. Your desperate case is your only recommendation: come as a beggar, not a creditor. Cry out of the depths, and let your very ignorance and weakness be urged before the Father, as our blessed Lord did for His murderers: "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do." He prayed for you when you did not pray for yourself! Now He lives to intercede, and the Spirit helps your infirmities.
Do not delay a single hour. The Savior would have you come just as you are, sin-sick, defiled, distracted, and He will heal you with a word. There is pardon for transgressions past, and for sins to come, all blotted out with one stroke of the sacred pen. Believe that, and then cry on! While the child can cry, it lives. And while you can besiege the mercy seat, there is hope. Let your cry be to Him: "O God, I must have Thee! My soul thirsts for Thee in a dry and weary land. Early will I seek Thee!" The Lord finds melody in His children's groans, though they be discordant and foolish in their own ears.
And remember, you need one another. A divided church is the scorn of Antichrist. You meet in that room to stir one another up, to bear each other's burdens, and to cry as one body to the Head. Let no root of bitterness spring up among you, for you are bought with the same blood, quickened by the same Spirit, and journeying to the same home. The streams that flowed for Paul flow for the least of you. Cry, then, with united voice, and expect great things. God grant you the blessing, though He send it in a way you looked not for, perhaps through trial, perhaps through a fresh baptism of the Spirit, perhaps through the humbling that comes before revival. Only hold fast to your plea: "Father, help us, for Jesus' sake!" And He will answer, to the praise of the glory of His grace.