Could heaven on earth be right now held at bay
As the devil sends dirt into these empty jars of clay?
As keys and fingers agree “i’ll pray, Prayin, #Pray
But souls of our flesh cannot bend knee to obey !
Are there not angels and saints reviewing this score?
Can’t someone see clear through this dim glass door?
See we type “ prayin’ “tweet , prayin’ “text praying tap tapping
up up up up to heavens tear flooded floor. . ?
And yet to bend to seek and to ask , is what we abhor !
Proud Preachers preach for the Martha’s child to reap .
While prophets called ” Seers” lie dead dry, fast asleep.
And words “pray” “prayin” “#praying” pile into a dung heap.
See the Floodgates are damned with hypocrisy’s typed line !
See Our Blushing seventy seven priests turn to resign.
See As angels in angst await answers divine.!
Oh every way and every day I say aloud
with Solemn surrender “help me enter the cloud”
“I’ll pray,” “I pray” ” praying” # pray “”I’ll ask the Lord”
But suddenly sitting still in a moment I find I am bored
What happened to the intended petition and prayer ?
Oh God my Father “Is it without form sitting in midair?”
My Jesus weeps , wanting , the ruin in these dying days
sighing and heaving as my hipocricy pings and plays
Then ,He sees my hypocrisy sit upright in churches
He sees My lacking belief turn blessings to curses..
While choir girls like Me text “I’m Praying” # praying verses . .
See Day upon day tell of Satan’s cosmic feat
See a kingdom stalled because of my defeat
See Damned demons giggle “horay Horray “look at her say
so sincerely “I’ll pray Ill pray ” hah ,” see her push to obey
“Lets Whisper in her vespers and chatter away “
Do our demon duty to “distract the Bride today”
Yeah they say His kingdom will delay. . horray horray”
Oh now how long the lonely shadows inch across the land,
as fallen angels tarnish the Bride’s wedding band.
Our Christ crucified looks crumbled , His words gutless and gun shot.
Our Stacked Piles of promised prayers linger languish and all forgot!
And me , now Here I sit tipped typing , in this critical chair
Where I wonder of His wonder if I would now say one small prayer.
Oh my Jesus , could but one word deliver to call forth Your care?
Does the Spirit saints and angels really fly at your command?
That I may tonight bend my knocking knees , fold my flimsy hands!
That I may tonight watch the Father send light to land?
Oh Soirit help me Cast away all churched vanities
and Break free from all my double minded insanities
and cry and call oh Father ,Son , Spirit from up high
Let me never again also speak a great and evil lie!
Let me be true ! Let me have zeal ! Let me be Love!
Let me call forth the flood of every gift from Above !
I pray I pray Oh God help me to pray
Let no prayer be unspoken at the close of this day
Make my soul want madly ‘your kingdom to come’
And let not my lying Lips loose leave your will undone!
. “And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint;”
Luke 18:1 KJVA
“Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.”
James 4:17 KJV
“Love must be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil, cling to what is good.”
Romans 12:9 NET