Dear
God, much too often we seek you in prayer,
Because we are wallowing in our own self-despair.
We make every word we lamentingly speak,
An imperative plea for whatever we seek.
We pray for ourselves and so seldom for others,
We're concerned with our problems and not with our brothers.
We seem to forget, that the SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER
Is not for self seeking, but to place in your care,
All the lost souls unloved and unknown
And to keep praying for them until they're your own.
For it's never enough to seek God in prayer,
With no thought of others who are lost in despair.
So teach us, that the POWER OF PRAYER
Is made stronger by placing the world in your
care.
Author
Unknown
The
sad
part
of
this
poem
is
that
it
is
true.
The
question
my
friend
is
simple.
Where
would
you
be
spending
eternity
if
someone
had
not
prayed
for
you?
The
majority
of
people
today
that
die
are
going
straight
to
hell
!
!
!
The
choice
is
simple
and
there
are
only
two.
Heaven
or
hell,
pray
for
the
lost.
"Two
women
shall
be
grinding
at
the
mill;
the
one
shall
be
taken,
and
the
other
left."
Matthew
24:41
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Tennessee Ernie
Ford
Sweet Hour of Prayer
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