"Then he said to me, 'Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to the breath, Thus says the Lord God: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe on these slain, that they may live.'" — Ezekiel 37:9
To Our Friends & Family,
In July of 2025, we followed the Lord’s call to plant a church in the San Fernando Valley. Through prayer and His divine plan, our Tuesday night Bible study grew from just two or three friends into a packed house. Today, He has opened yet another door—our very first Sunday service.
We can’t express how essential each of you has been to this journey. Your prayers, encouragement, generosity, and willingness to stand with us have been used by the Father to bring us to this moment. What you see here today is a testimony of God’s faithfulness and His power to move through people who are simply willing to say yes.
Thank you for choosing to spend your Lord’s Day with us.
Blessings,
PASTOR TROY & DINUKI FINK
I call You faithful
For the promises You’ve kept
And every need You’ve met
Lord, I’m so grateful
You were with me every step
And I never will forget
When I think of how You’ve blessed me
How Your hand has never let me go
Never let me go
You have been so good to me
God, I can’t believe how You love me
What a friend You have been
So good to me
God, I can’t believe how You love me
What a friend You have been
I call You Savior
For the blood that washed me clean
For the wrongs that You’ve redeemed
I know You’re able
My eyes don’t have to see
One more reason to believe
For every morning
For every open door
I call You faithful
I just wanna thank You Lord
For every mountain
For every time You brought me through
I call You faithful
I just wanna thank You Lord
How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon a cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Spirit sound, rushing wind
Fire of God fall within
Holy Ghost, breathe on us we pray
As we repent, turn from sin
Revival embers smouldering
Breath of God, fan us into flame
We need a fresh wind
The fragrance of Heaven
Pour Your Spirit out
A holy anointing
The power of Your presence
Pour Your Spirit out
For hearts that burn with holy fear
Purified in faith and deed
Refiner’s fire, strengthen what remains
So we the church who bear Your light
Lamp aflame, city bright
King and kingdom come is what we pray
Let all the redeemed
Prophesy and sing
We can hear the wind
Blowing, blowing, blowing
Move upon our praise
Sons and daughters sing
We can hear the wind
Blowing, blowing, blowing
Follow Four Winds Ministry and join us in what God is doing in the San Fernando Valley.