On the Way To the Prayer Meeting
On my way to the prayer meeting with the Lord
Something funny and amusing happened to me…
First, I faced Miss Skeptic with her arrogant stare
Scorning, she yelled at me: “You’re just wasting time!”
Minutes later, Mr. Pretense questioned my motive
“Are you really sure that you’re communing with God?”
Without reluctance, Mrs. Rumor intervened…
“Oh, we gain data from people’s varied petitions.”
Then the happy-go-lucky lad joined me gaily
Saying, “I can’t come, but I’ll be there in spirit.”
Off he drifted fast, outrunning the busy lass
Who handed me her litany list of requests.
Catching my attention afterwards was Sir Doubt
With his countless “Do you truly believe…?” queries
Behind him was Lady Anxious, full of panic
Lamenting while uttering, “So guilty am I.”
Suddenly, I woke up… rebuked in my own dream
There in my prayer closet, I slept... yet God worked
He met me and did teach my heart wondrous lesson…
Seeking His presence* humbly with faith pleases Him.
*Psalm 16:11 Thou (LORD) wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
June 29, 2018
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2018
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