The Power of Prayer

I was there alone
on a battlefield
the mayhem and rage
so alive
the horrors of death so alien
yet so real in front of my eyes.

the sky twist a black scene like evil creatured, bat wing
so low it seemed that I would not survive it.
a turmoil a disaster a calamity under foot
covered in my sin so thick it chocked like soot  

my world was sent a twirling, the sky began to fall
on my shaking knees I began to crawl
I was at the ocean the waves they towered high
I looked up to the cloaked moon and knew I was going to die

but then in the twinkling the waves  rolled away
the night so thick was vanquished by the day 
I found the strength to stand back up
I found my life renewed the wicked things that tormented me
had to run and hide

my garments were like snow clean and pure, and glowed
and all was changed on account of the power of Prayer.