Wake Up
Thank you Jesus for waking me up another day because lord knows without you I wouldn’t be able to make it, so I pray. I pray that those who hate me may motivate me. I pray that I become the light on top of a hill that cannot be hid. I pray that I become my vision because it is extraordinary. I pray that I overcome a nations thoughts because an opinion of what you think of me is not more important than my thoughts. I pray that I have no fear as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I know that fear comes from satan, and to be absent from the body is to be present with the lord. God told peter to watch why he prayed but he snored. So I don’t want to sleep away my dreams and aspirations. Please wake up before it’s too late we are a sleep nation. Everything was made in God’s creation. So how can you sleep on something so great, something so infinite, something so innate? So please wake up wake up. Let’s make this nightmare a beautiful dream before it’s too late.
Copyright © Sarita Brewer | Year Posted 2014
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