THE POWER OF A PRAYING FAMILY
Before the sun has touched the sill,
Or evening holds the world so still,
A different kind of strength takes root—
A family bowed, in silence, mute.
Not magic to keep storms at bay,
But grace to face the coming day.
A circle woven, hand in hand,
An unshakable, though unseen, band.
The table where the bread is torn
Becomes an altar, hope reborn.
The whispered plea, the grateful word,
A vocalisation of grace is heard.
The fears that in the darkness grow,
The joys that make the spirit glow,
Are halved and doubled in that space,
By mercy and by love’s embrace.
This is the legacy they make,
A well of faith for thirst’s deep sake.
A rhythm in the soul’s core,
That echoes on for evermore.
So let your home, through joy and strife,
Be sanctuary for this life.
For in the prayer that families raise,
Lies peace that stuns the noise of days.
© November 15th, 2025
Pastor Emmanuel Obu
The Apostle of Joy
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