I see a baby in a wash bin. It is an old clothes wash bin, metal or aluminum and wide and shallow. The baby is taking a bath.
There are a great many demons watching from the darkness behind. Yet, I see no one washing the baby. He plays by himself in the water.
I see a great wall of light separating the baby from the darkness. And, I see angels standing above pouring out the light. As the light pours, the demons shrink back. I hear the Spirit say that the prayers of the saints fill the bowls to generate light. If they prayers should stop, the enemy can attack.
The enemy just waits for us to stop praying. I see vomiting creatures of discouragement and dispair being the leaders. They run point to get the saints picked off. I see a flying demon called distraction heaping all kinds of nasty junk at the saints. I see arrows of fire of accusations and lies flying through the air and disintegrating as they hit the light.
Pray. We must pray.
He is a covenant God, and we are His people. Our prayers can expand the thickness of the light so much so that that we cant even see or feel the presence of the enemy.