Some think prayer’s worthless, it has gone to rap;
Nature’s giving birth, the Spirit’s groaning.
Saved souls, though shaken, brighten up the map,
Jesus’ cross for our mess is atoning,
To fault us mercilessly devils dash,
Led by Abaddon’s hand, that one great asp.
The world is burdened with its pain and trash,
Insanely turning from Salvation’s grasp.
Some think prayer’s worthless, it has gone to slag,
But angels carry out the fight, destroy
The Devil’s plans, the tricks found in his bag.
The Lamb is answered prayer, we are God’s joy.
Not by power or by might, says the Lord,
But by His Spirit: we are in accord.