Faith

In the Place of Prayers

In the place of Prayers

All your secret fears will be addressed 

All your burdens will be lifted off 

If you truly lay them down to Him

 

In the place of Prayers

All situations can be turned around

Not one, not two, but all impossibility is made possible 

If only you can trust in the one whom you Pray to

 

In the place of prayers

You can bare it all out and won’t be judged one bit

It’s a place of intimacy, and sharing of heart felt desires

With the Lover one, God himself

 

In the place of prayers

All Hell’s weapons are nullified

With just a shout of the Name, Jesus

O’ if only we truly trust in the name

To be more powerful than long old tales of the dark one

 

And as we come to the place of prayers 

Bending our feebles knees in surrender 

We do not just get our prayers answered in faith 

But much more our weakness is exchanged for His strength

As we glide along this part of eternity with Him

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  • Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    That calls me from a world of care,
    And bids me at my Father’s throne
    Make all my wants and wishes known.
    In seasons of distress and grief,
    My soul has often found relief,
    And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
    By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
    Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
    Of those whose anxious spirits burn
    With strong desires for thy return!
    With such, I hasten to the place
    Where God my Savior shows His face,
    And gladly take my station there,
    And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
    Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    Thy wings shall my petition bear
    To Him whose truth and faithfulness
    Engage the waiting soul to bless.
    And since He bids me seek His face,
    Believe His Word and trust His grace,
    I’ll cast on Him my every care,
    And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
    Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
    May I thy consolation share,
    Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
    I view my home and take my flight.
    This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
    To seize the everlasting prize,
    And shout, while passing through the air,
    “Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”

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