Christless Days...

Oh, the evils and perils of spent days
Without a jot of embedded prayers,
Worse still, are those with added prayers,
But the prayers just sprinkled the days,
It were better, if 'I' hadn't prayed...

Count the day ill-spent,
When it began in Sweet intercourse,
And ended on the bed
without a 'good night' unto the Lord.

Number the day one of those that made your Christian life unstable,
When, for whole 24 hours, there may be sprinkled prayers,
and some little Bible readings, but,
The heart, here below stayed,
Never once did it break through into the blessed rest and heavenly affection.

Call that day Godless,
When more of it was spent,
Talking with man on earth matters,
OR talking to man for God,
Rather than talking with/to God for man

Name that day useless,
When it began in secret ember of waiting on the Lord,
But along the way, 'broken' due to fatigue...

Oh, the blessed day has been turned 'fleshy',
When from morning till night,
There's no inspiration to write something down,
Nothing to be remembered about the whole day - hmmm.

The day is the devils,
When thine prayers at its end is,
Have mercy on me, Lord, a wretched sinner...