Confessions of the Slothful Christian

Appologies to William Walford and William Bradbury


Sweet munute of prayer, sweet minute of prayer
I put my time in and left you there,
So when I close my eyes to sleep,
My concience hardly even makes a peep.
I've filled my life with so many things,
I don't recall how my heart used to sing,
When I would kneel and to God's throne reach,
humbling myself, letting His Spirit teach.

A minute of prayer, how do I dare,
To tell myself what I do is prayer,
For prayer is entering the presence of Him,
Who can't stand the sight, the shadow of sin.
It's been so long since I have thought,
To ask Him to tell me the wrongs I have wrought,
I just take a moment to stifle the sting,
Of conviction before it begins to ring.

A moment of prayer, just a moment I give,
Because my busy life I must live,
I cannot miss my TV show,
I ignore every day that they reach a new low.
Entertainment fills my mind, my heart,
Thoughts of Christ don't have a part,
My spirit is weak, my flesh is strong,
Because in prayer I don't linger long.

Sweet passing thought that I should pray,
Before I go on about my day,
God's Spirit speaks, and the thought of Him,
Makes me fear, for His voice is growing dim!
Oh God! How could I neglect you so?
Forgive me, Lord, let Your mercy show.
YOu're my love, my life let me walk with You,
And "sweet hour of Prayer" will again ring true!