By Tom D Blakely
In times of peace and times of ease
The Christian life feels good,
We pray our prayers and read His word
And all seems right with God.
But would we know if God had gone
For though we think we pray,
How little thought we give to Him
When life works out our way.
Self satisfied and confident
We tend to drift from God,
Soon prayer becomes more like a chore
We feel we do not need.
When at our ease self rule returns
God slowly fades from view
And without Him old sins return
As they’re inclined to do.
When trials come we realize
We cannot cope alone,
We soon come to the end of self
And pray for God’s return.
But now our prayer is genuine
Not thoughtless like before;
When we confess to God in truth
We know He will restore.
‘I will return again to My place
Till they acknowledge their offense.
Then they will seek My face;
In their affliction they will earnestly seek Me.’