NIGHT OF PRAISE
Walking in the midst of the sinful, and the fearless hearts; I hear sounds of rebellion itching my ears.
Every moment of my life, I found my soul going down to the land of sorrows,
and pains; even the help of the inhabitants gives no encouragement.
My eyes keep wanting more of the sinful pleasures of life, which never promise peace.
The offers of this sinful world harden my heart towards praising God.
Evil imaginations, never stop coming.
I became hostile to the saints that preach repentance to me.
In my hunting for sin, I found a piece of paper on the ground;
Saying: “ Praise Him!! Praise Him!! Praise Him!!! ” all the living souls on the earth.
Then, I asked myself, who is He that I should praise?
Who are the living souls on earth?
Then several thoughts came into my mind;
But the voice from the paper wouldn’t let me be,
The voice said: Praise the I AM THAT IAM.
It looks like dreams but it’s real. Where do I go from here?
A silent voice sounding like rhymes said to my heart; go into my sanctuary and join my saints in the Night of praise.
Night of praise? I asked the voice.
I created you to praise me.
Written by : Emmanuel Brown