As I lay in my bed this morning
Half thinking and half praying
Talking to the Lord about current events
I found myself, truthfully, saying
“Lord, I just don’t understand what’s going on
Things really just don’t feel right
Every day the enemy seems to take ground
Though we pray all day and all night
We have repented, fasted, and sought Your relief
But evil seems to be taking the upper hand
I know You haven’t forsaken us, never—
But what’s really going on in our land?”
The Lord patiently listened as I questioned
Just why His hand has not been apparent
Injustice and deception have flourished
While our prayers just appeared to be errant
Well, the Lord reminded me of how blessed we’ve been
And how He has made us the leading world power
Peace and prosperity have been our portion
But we have now entered a much different hour!
The devil’s been diligently working on a plot
For decades he’s been gathering his crew
Demons and humans working in concert
Creating a swamp of deception—trying to trap me— and you
Then the Lord said something that shut me right up
And I realized, anew, our true position in prayer
“This isn’t all about you, it’s about the lost!—
And I intend to save them, no matter the cost!”
Deception and injustice have blossomed and bloomed
To the point that we sometimes feel like we’re doomed
We’ve missed all the comfort in which we’d been living
Covid, stolen election, great grief have been giving!
And we’ve cried out to God for relief from our trouble
“Please fix it, God—You surely have the power!”
We have been praying for comfort of body and mind
That’s kind of been the focus of the hour
While God has been sitting on His Heavenly throne
Looking down on His storm-tossed world
Patiently waiting until just the right time
To let His righteous vengeance be unfurl’d
He knows who is His, He has counted His sheep
He knows the lost who will respond to disaster
They should be the undenied focus of our prayers
That these lost would come running to the Master
His will is that none should perish—His love extends to us all
Maybe some zealot for evil—will turn from a Saul to a Paul
Maybe some congregations, misled by a misled pastor
Will find out who God really is, in the midst of a disaster
So God sits in His heaven and watches and waits
While prayers of the saints fill the bowls
Letting evil perpetrators seal their own fate
While He’s collecting a harvest of souls!
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