It’s the prayer, once considered a waste of a air, empty lines I said now I can’t wait to send thanksgiving and requests
Pray for my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, pray for anyone needing the true light, I’ll have a bite up at night fighting the good fight so others experience a Christ centered life
Writers and poets know every word ingredient so much more expedient, push while breath still available regret comes when receiving oxygen impossible lungs incapable
It may be nothing to you but I’ll still be praying until my final day due, this is enemy territory rogue tinted zoo, tinted city to city, the Matrix has you, far from the gnostic presentation the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much is what I’m saying.
