Quiet Time

Into the foggy mist of life
Finding comfort in the Spirit
Escaping malice and strife
Lifting my soul in quiet prayer

Pushing outward cares away
Staring at the face of Jesus
Representations from the Spirit
Appearing to my mind in prayer

“I love you,” a caring voice
Just a reminder from my Maker
And punishments for my sins
But they’re from my Father

The mist of the Holy Spirit
Surrounding, comfort
Upon me now, a blanket of peace
Awareness of God in silent prayer

Devils interfering
Crazy voices; fearful monsters
Spirits of whoredoms
A neverending fight against me

In prayer, the cross
And the Name of Jesus
Is power enough
To shoo all of these flies away

All I need to say is “Jesus”
His Spirit comes near
By degrees I feel Him
It’s up to me how long I’ll stay

A quarter hour
Is all I need
To break on through
To the other side

And when I get there
I’ll find Him waiting
Speaking words of wisdom
And comfort and care

If I press in for a total hour
I’ll fight with all my enemies
But it’s good to know that Jesus
Will cast them out with all their lies

Lifting up a song of worship
Praising God in Spirit and truth
I’m locked all alone inside my room
Seeing God and receiving His Spirit

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