Lord, you see how we live in a day of trouble,
While gathered insulated in our holy huddles,
You see how the wicked prosper and flourish,
While the saints are well fed - over nourished,
Your church sleeps while the enemy advances,
While preachers strut with their pulpit prances,
Where is your Spirit poured out in fiery power,
Quenched and grieve from neglect of the hour,
Locked away with you in much prayer travailing,
In our trouble this is why revival is not availing,
I plead for you to come strong helping our defense,
And forgive sin's stench in your nostril an offense,
I ask you to push back the dark shadows of evil,
The corruption and chaos sowed by the devil,
I plead for revival - a fresh spiritual awakening,
To cleanse the church with a Holy Ghost shaking,
In this day of trouble the church maintains slumber,
Please wake us quickly with your two by four lumber,
With this day of trouble may we never grow content,
But rather labor in prayer trusting tirelessly without relent.
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