While The Christian Sleepeth

 Prayer blocks demons, from entering your court..

The atmosphere is shifted, so evil can't be sought.

Prayer becomes the currency, to activate your faith..

Thus in all your endeavours, there will be no weight.

A closet full of worship, transcends time and space..

Wherewithal you hunger, you are equipped for this race.

Thoughts of tomorrow, evades every sense..

For in the secret place, it is heated and not dense.

Into the deep, of sacrifice and trust..

There will be an unction, for sackcloth is a must.

In silence you will hear, the voice of heaven's own..

Like a sweet communion, that chills you to the bone.

Slack not your riding, for prayer is the key..

Boast not in your person, for an example you must be.

Hide not in season, but tarry in your lane..

For great is your reward, as

heaven is your gain.

Yield to God in watches, for daylight will soon come..

While the Christian sleepeth, vultures are not dumb.

Hasten every footstep and maintain your gaze..

For what you sow today, you will reap in many ways.