Bow to His Majesty
While I worked I thought today,
I need to find time to pray;
I haven’t prayed, but need to pray,
What has kept those prayers away?
I went to church but lost the key,
The devil saw to that, so next time
I felt an urge to go, I was locked out;
Too bad I lost that key!
The preacher preached so good last night,
With a burden on his heart;
Alas he cried, to so many of us;
To the altar you’ve not made a start.
Some were out a working still,
They had not been able to come;
But did they feel Gods spirit pull,
To pray right where they are?
It is a royal thing, this privilege to pray,
It’s a way to gain a victory
From day to day to day;
And not to lose the battle to,
The wicked stealer of the heart!
A King is coming for his saints,
To rise with him we shall;
Look Up! Ye valiant soldiers,
The skies are breaking fast.
Now I ask again this question,
How hard is it to pray?
Cannot we on our knees to fall?
In a simple bow, to His Majesty?
With all the things I have to do,
He helps me make it through;
His grace he adds unto my life,
So, I will pray, I will pray.
Nov. 27, 1999
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