Silence In The Air

There's a silence in the air,

A feeling of uncertainty

Is visible everywhere.

The air no longer roars,

Of the sound of prayer.

 But now, there is,

 A silence in the air.

It's like that moment,

After knocking at the door.

As you listen closely,

For steps on the floor.

Anticipating The One,

You're looking for.

Oh there is silence,

In the air.

Pay attention...

It's everywhere!

It's come to this.

Because this had to come.

A moment is building,

As the tensions grow.

Signs are developing,

And starting to show.

Are you listening,

And watching with attention.

Or has hearing been lost,

Due to pretensions.

Can the deaf hear,

Silence in the air?

Can the blind see,

Signs everywhere?

Have we heard the last,

Of the roar of prayer?

Or have we arrived at the point,

We don't care?

Do we now carry more calluses,

Than care?

Have we hardened to a point,

Resting in despair?

Has this world robbed us,

Of our time of prayer?

Who among you will still dare?

For there is, Silence in the Air!

 

Filling Up Bowls

For many believers,

We've prayed and prayed.

For those we love, who still don't know Jesus,

 and at times we grown dismayed.

 

"Maybe it's just not meant to be?

Or maybe I'm the problem; yeah maybe it's just me?"

We've all heard these words,

And it's the voice of our enemy.

 

"Give up on them, and go on,

You don't need to pray.

They're never going to be interested,

In GOD Anyway!"

 

Yes we've all heard these words,

Echo inside.

But take heart fellow believers,

For the enemy has lied.

 

Upon the thrown of God

Sit's bowls of the prayers of the saints.

They're not lost nor forgotten,

Regardless the picture, that the enemy paints.

 

Yeah...maybe we'll be gone,

When those bowls are finally emptied out.

For the Word says fire accompanies the answer's of all that the saint's were praying about.

 

The Fire of God,

attached to your own prayer request.

It may have taken some time,

But God always knows what's best.

 

He knows what it takes,

To get the hard headed to understand.

For many of the stubborn,

Tribulation is the plan.

 

Keep praying fellowship,

For there are no lost prayers on souls!

Just know, if it's taking a while,

It's just filling up the bowls.

 

 

 

 

 

Rev.5:8And when he had taken it, the four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp and they were holding golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of God’s people.

 

Rev.8:3Another angel, who had a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense to offer, with the prayers of all God’s people, on the golden altar in front of the throne.

 

4.The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of God’s people, went up before God from the angel’s hand.

 

5.Then the angel took the censer, filled it with fire from the altar, and hurled it on the earth; and there came peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning and an earthquake.

Rain

Let the rain of heaven,

Come now and fall.

For this ground so dry,

Is beginning to call.

Open your windows,

And go out to the field.

For though this lands been dry,

It's preparing a yield.

A harvest is coming,

From this dry hard ground.

Seeds once lost,

Shall now be found.

Rain is coming,

Can you smell it in the air?

For this rain that's coming,

Is an answer to prayer.