Prayer Poem by Adegbite Adeyinka

Prayer, the chart that maps our way
That we should never go astray,
He who is lost the world will prey on
If he pleads not that His will be done;
Whether it is the hour that gloom beclouds
The power of prayer makes clear the clouds

Prayer, the robe that we should wear
Temptations will try, this cloth, to tear,
But words we utter to God in silence
Goes forth to make still life's turbulence;
And should we refrain from wearing
This robe, the devil, comes tearing

Prayer, the meal to feed our souls
That sin may not make weary our soles,
The road to the righteous' home is rough
The ones who tread it must be tough;
If the soul of man be starved of meal
The path to hell he will suffer and till

Prayer, the drink that satisfies our thirst
If, in Heavens race, we will come first,
The Father will give to him that asks
He knows, our strength, the race tasks;
Watch and pray, all it will take
To save our souls from Satan's stake

Prayer, the words we say in request
That God helps us through our quest,
It will take no moment to ask of him
Whose glorious light will never dim;
Whose shower of mercy, our souls, will wet
And whose sun of compassion will never set

Come, let us say a prayer in oneness
Open the Heavens for God's goodness,
It is through the power of faith we say it
And with the whole of our hearts we mean it;
Or shall we keep mum and good things pass?
Shall the heirs of God eat grass?