This past Monday, the people of India celebrated one of their many Hundu holidays, Holi Day. Although I do not even think a large majority of the people knew the true significance of the god they were celebrating, but this is one of their most largely celebrated holiday that everyone takes part in. My team and I new there would be a lot of idol worshipping taking place and spiritual warfare would likely be heavy. We decided to do what is called a night watch all night Sunday night through Monday morning. We would take shifts throughout the night praying for the city, the people, and our own spiritual protection. Our shifts were originally 2 hours each, but we all ended up overlapping times to pray, worship, read scripture, etc. I was awake from 2am-6amish and before I felt like I was suppose to write a poem. I don’t write poems, ever, but I took the things the Lord had put on my heart with some of the scriptures I had read throughout the night. It’s a simple poem, but I know the Lord’s heart and mine was behind it.
A Night Watcher’s Prayer
Tonight a city sleeps
Tonight I stay awake
To pray for a nation
That’s given themselves away
They worship wooden idols
To these they call upon and pray
Yet their plastered over eyes see nothing
Their empty heads no knowledge, nothing to say
But You, Lord Almighty
Are the true and living King
Sovereign over all creation
The first and the last, You know everything
You know this nation’s wicked ways
You see their disobedience
But God, remember the helpless and the restless
Punish and judgment are in your hands
You’re still the God of this city
These your people, India your nation
You are Redeemer, let your mercy rain
This place cries for restoration
The children hunger as women weep
The hopeless cry to be saved
Show your face to them, Father
Capture them with your grace
Because your glory that’s to be revealed
Is not worth at all comparing
To the weightlessness of
All their present sufferings
And though I anticipate with excitement
The day that Jesus returns
I cannot simply wait
For there is work to be done
For the harvest is plentiful
But the workers are few
A world needing to experience His Kingdom
To repent and believe the good news
So tonight as a city sleeps
Tonight as I stay awake
I call on your Spirit, Father
To fall and consume this place
