Do not hate the prayer
hate the slayer
those who prayer hate,
Ultimately segregate
themselves from determinate
victory, hope, and glory gates
prayer haters
not now, but laters
Repudiators of gods sovereignty
Regurgitators of defeat
too lazy, too proud, to repeat
the word
or draw their sword
trusting in their own strength they curd
up like spoiled milk
sour to the power
that could rain down showers
of joyful change
they buck they resist they cower
from the hour of appeal
they allowed the enemy to steal
their weapon of surety
their veil of purity
the prayer room
the birthing room
the dressing room
left powerless
left undressed
now you are pressed
on every side
for you regressed
from that holy place
return to your knees
back on your face
where his voice is clear
and his presence near
do not hate the prayer
hate the slayer.