Prayer at Work

Washed in the Holy Spirit, cleansed by the Saviour’s blood.

Take this stone cold heart and mold it as you would.

A lump unearthed, impure, unclean, you burn away the dross.

I fall before your Holy Throne, and weep before the Cross.

As much forgiveness as I need, so others need the same

then how could I withhold or hate, accuse, despise or blame.

In prayer I come, in prayer I’m saved, I’m led, renewed, forgiven.

Then who am I if not to pray for hearts battered and driven.

As satan loves to separate, to conquer and divide.

And sowing bitter seeds of hate, cast doubt, raise fear and pride.

We must stand firm against such tides which pull us at the core.

The wiles that cause defense to rise when fights come to our shore.

Yet we are not without a strategy of grand design.

We are made more than conquerors through Christ’s Love most divine.

So now in thought, word, act or deed if prayer is kept afresh

We will be filled with what we need to overcome the flesh.

Though struggles may not ever cease because the war is waging.

To do our part, stand in the gap we pray and without ceasing.

And when we’re weary, be our strength, Lord if we go astray.

Help us find grace, mercy, forgiveness all in those who pray!

slk 20.09.2015

(Thoughts provoked by a sermon on prayer and also a quote from Dietrich Bonhoeffer –

I can no longer condemn or hate a brother for whom I pray, no matter how much trouble he causes me.

from Life Together: The Classic Exploration of Christian Community)