Last night I dreamt of a universal gathering and I was with a few
A charismatic lady introduced me to meet her mother from OK, too
In a Mexican village I greeted her dad with a kiss on the cheek
“You’ve unbroken prayer~ in your walk, that is not always meek”
His comment, in my dream, just astounded me; that’s for sure…
I knew that prayer was more than an act or attitude, for God’s cure
But how does one walk with the Saints of God in unbroken prayer?
Not all prayer is relevant, not all’s of excellence under Father care
God delivered me from poles of cursing, on a desert’s domain, free
In God’s Book there are phrases: put-on or step into prayer's victory
Walk childlike in the Kingdom of Creator’s great transforming Light
Silently walk in “the prayers of His Saints” against demons of night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. I'm in Oklahoma now-Great town OKC. Gave ya a ten kind lady. God bless all poets-MJG.