But, what must compel me to pray
Is it the fear of God or the fear of my sins
With my hands gently on my knees
Meek in my own sudden compulsion
Wanting to know and not to know
From the supreme deity, all at the same time
What must compel me into prayers
And my eyes are shut
Is it in fear of meeting God or seeing my sins
What reality of my life is it
The fear of the judgement day
Or the judgement that will be passed upon me
And with my head bowed
I seek to know
Is it in shame of my sins or in obedience to God
What truth of my living is it
Contemplating my choices
Will I be in either of the processions
One singing to Heaven
Or the one wailing to Hell
But, what must compel me into prayers
Is it the choruses and the sermons of angels
Or the allure of gold and silver
And I ask, what
Will compel me to pray
For my sins and to my God
It it the bounty of His providence
Or because am asking for His providence
But, what must compel me into prayer
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