PROSTRATE FALL “That’s what I do, I sing and I pray, so I’m sorry if you’re offended.” I told one of the two belligerent supervisors doing a verification/reconstruction of my census fieldwork. Days before I was drawn to a Twitter/X feed of a Muslim doing his mat prayer routine and thought to myself that that’s what they have that over us Christians: solemn, routine, submissive, humble, and unashamed prayer. I bowed prostrate right there on the road lay-by the moment we were done and I prayed. Public, private, silent, loud, closet, audience/congregation - talk to JESUS: pray!
All hail the pow’r of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall, Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him, crown Him, crown Him, crown Him; And crown Him Lord of all! 2 Ye chosen seed of Israel’s race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, 3 Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget The wormwood and the gall, The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, 4 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, 5 O that with yonder sacred throng We at His feet may fall, We at His feet may fall! We’ll join the everlasting song
