Let's pray
In this poem, Jerome O’Meara encourages us to speak out and pray for those who don’t yet know Christ
Are these just nice words
to keep my soul at ease
while I float through space like
an open sea?
I’m hopeless searching for this hope in me,
anchored to the sea but my boat’s
been breached
I’m the captain of the ship
but my sail’s been ripped
and my crew mates dipped yeah,
I’m lonely, at the surface of the sea
where I’m barely breathing and the
temperatures dropping below freezing.
I see a sea of people
a city of lost sheep
I see they’re feeble
I see a thousand tears from the broken
I see a steeple
I see hope in the beacon of light that shines
in the darkest night
That’s the reason
we gotta’ speak louder
then we ever been speaking
there’s a cry inside the people
and it’s digging even deeper
and they’re walking even closer
to the ocean
and its funny ‘cos the sea
means two things
you either getting baptised or you capsize
and that’s just life
either you sink or swim
No one knows the day no one knows the hour
are we covered by grace,
when the Son for the second time comes?
Are brave or do we cower,
Are we Abel or Cain?