Rhyme For My Tomb
Here lyeth one
Who loved the sun;
Who lived with zest,
Whose work was done,
Reward, dear Lord,
Thy weary son:
May he be blest
With peace and rest,
Nor wake again,
Amen.
poem by Robert William Service
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A Special Prayer for Melvina
Dear Lord I come to you for help,
to help a good friend in need.
Her name is Melvina Germain,
a sister of the faith.
It would seem she needs
some help to strengthen her mind.
She told me she feels
her mind is weak
in all the things she wants to do.
She needs your inner strength
to help her to get through each day.
She needs your blessing
for the things she want to do.
She has given others the strength to carry on
when they were bewildered
by circumstances facing them.
Now it is she,
who needs to find the help.
Dear lord grant her
that inner peace and the strength of mind
she so desperately needs.
May I also include in this prayer My Lord
a blessing for Melvina’s daughter
who could do with a blessing from you
to help her succeed with her art
that gives pleasure to everyone
who gazes upon her work
and to Melvina who is following
in her daughter’s footsteps
with her new creative outlet there.
So please dear Lord could you answer this prayer.
Amen
(11 November 2007)
poem by David Harris
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On A Very Old Woman
And thou wert once a maiden fair,
A blushing virgin warm and young:
With myrtles wreathed in golden hair,
And glossy brow that knew no care—
Upon a bridegroom's arm you hung.
The golden locks are silvered now,
The blushing cheek is pale and wan;
The spring may bloom, the autumn glow,
All's one—in chimney corner thou
Sitt'st shivering on.—
A moment—and thou sink'st to rest!
To wake perhaps an angel blest,
In the bright presence of thy Lord.
Oh, weary is life's path to all!
Hard is the strife, and light the fall,
But wondrous the reward!
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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A Christmas Prayer
Dear Lord in the heavens above
please hear my prayer today.
On the day of the birth of your son Jesus Christ.
Could you guide the men of war
from every religion to take a respite from killing,
let us have one day of the year
when no one will shed the blood of another.
Will you send your millions of angels
to see that this is done,
so that no one will hear the sound of a gun?
Let there be peace everywhere on this earth I pray.
That we may wake up and celebrate Christmas
in the knowledge no one will die.
I also ask that those with good hearts
share what they have
with those who have nothing.
Those with no shelter
may they find somewhere that is warm.
May the love of the many
help take away the sadness
of those who are suffering.
Dear Lord I offer up to you this Christmas prayer
on the Sunday before Christmas day.
Amen
23 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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A Small Prayer
Dear Lord I have a small prayer,
I would like you to hear today,
and I hope that within your wisdom
that you will grant for us one day.
Dear Lord the prayer I pray
is just not for me, but for everyone.
Could for just one day
there be no conflict or strife,
nor anger within anyone’s heart.
Could there be love throughout every land
where enemies would take and shake one another’s hands
and the weapons of destruction
would be thrown upon the ground.
That there would be no more killings,
no more grieving fathers, mothers,
brothers, sisters, wives, daughters and sons.
Dear Lord in your wisdom
would you grant this prayer for me,
make peace in this world reality,
then we might be able to
stamp out hunger and poverty.
Dear Lord when you hear this prayer,
will you grant this all for me?
Not just only for me, for everyone.
Help us all realise there is no need
for conflict and strife,
just a little peace
to live a normal life.
Amen
poem by David Harris
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Just Saying A Prayer
I am just saying a prayer to our world
Dear Lord
The world is getting worst every single day
Why?
Why can't there be peace?
Why can't people love you also Like I love you
Dear Lord
Don't you abandom me
Because I will not abandom you also
Dear Lord
Love your children
Because you are a good father to your children
Dear God please feed the hungry children in the world
Because there are so many children that are starving inthe world today
Amen
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Villanelle Of Sunset
Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!
Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.
My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!
Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!
Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Villanelle
Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!
Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.
My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!
Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!
Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Hymn 102
The Beatitudes.
Mt. 5:3-12.
[Blest are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are giv'n,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.]
[Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.]
[Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.]
[Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied, and fed
With living streams and living bread.]
[Blest are the men whose bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.]
[Blest are the pure, whose hearts arc clean
From the defiling powers of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.]
[Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.]
[Blest are the suff'rers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord
Glory and joy are their reward.]
poem by Isaac Watts
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Dear God, Please send to me the spirit of Your peace. Then send, dear Lord, the spirit of peace from me to all the world. Amen.
quote by Marianne Williamson
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Peace Within
The wind is blowing gaily, the page is trying to turn.
My hair has it's own independent way and my heart is at PEACE.
My peace I give you, not as the world gives it (John 14: 27)
A peace that rests inside as though like Jesus sleeping peacefully on the wind tossed boat, secure in His Father's LOVE. (Mark 4: 38)
I move and Your peace moves WITH me.
Your sun calms the cold breeze on my face.
The shine in my heart - You LORD - brings perfect peace.
The mosques chatter restlessly, no peace is found within and none is taken out.
The politicians speak many platitudes but no peace lies within the words.
Peace is found externally and internally in YOUR WORD O LORD!
Refuge, rest, sanctuary in the knowledge of YOUR LOVE that resonates into our souls into eternity.
My soul finds rest in God alone (Psalm 62)
Those who believe in Jesus Christ carry PEACE, can calm troubled hearts, give light in their darkness, bring hunger to know that everlasting peace.
Only You O LORD can give us PEACE.
Only YOU!
Amen!
26.2.2012 - Bahrain - walking through the park.
poem by Lancashire Lass Susan
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The new day
The new day
Today is the day
of my birth from the dead
The soul longing for rest
And salvation had received,
Today is the day
of freedom from slavery
Of the body seeking for peace
and soul for justice be,
Today is not just a day
but a feast because finally I found
The God who love me
from the very day I saw light,
Today is a great day
Amen, Amen, Amen
Praise the Father,
the Son and Holy Spirit,
forever and ever Amen
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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I thought
I thought I saw his face to day.
In the wake of the sun.
And then I heard the Lord say.
His work here is done.
I thought I heardhis voice today.
And luagh your joyfull luagh.
Then I heard the Lord say.
There is peace dear one at last.
I though I felt your touch in the breeze that rustled by.
And then I heard the lord say.
The spirit never dies.
I thought I saw my broken hart.
In the cresent of the moon.
And then I heard the lord say.
I am coming soon.
I thought that you had left me
for the stars above.
And then I heard the lord say.
He has left you with his love.
I thought that I would miss you so.
And never find my way.
Then I heard the lord say.
He is with you every day
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Today... 'The Amen
We end our prayers by saying Amen.
It is our hearts response again and again.
You are the answer to all that we bring to God
for a life of prayer was the path You trod.
'Amen. So let it be' our spirit cries as we rejoice.
Speak Lord for today we need to hear Your voice
and obey the commands we see in the Book of Life
keeping close to You avoiding schisms and strife.
Oh Faithful and True Witness from heaven above.
Ruler of God's creative work and Lord of love.
We hear Your voice speaking to the church Oh Lord
and submit to the command of The Great Amen of God.
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Work - the cycle
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep no more., ….
Amen
let my heart be exulted, and my lips be humbled for i say Amen,
the language, where angels and saints and all created beings
wish to say, that in God and with God the universe exist
behold! my soul, you have witness the dawning light and the sitting of the sun, bow down your heads and witness the greatness of God, who shared His life with us since, from the beginning of the creation
for my spirit, say amen, for the Lord thy God, lives in me and i with God, who is and who was, the future of all creation, the God, who believes our human aspiration, and accept our limitation in any form and degree
the wisdom of salvation, lives in the tongue of man, has reveals, that everlasting life is a gift to receive, with a heart that says amen, for in every rays of light that transcend in our hearts the spirit, lifted us to the most high
amen, verily the word amen, so dear that the angels of God, carry our soul to the Lord, who knows and feel the humble heart......... the Lord God.... Takes
poem by Antonio Liao
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So Much To Do
The face of the world is a homely face,
And the look of the world unkind,
When harsh on your arm a hand it lays
And bids you into the grind,
That 's little to your mind, my dear,
That 's little to your mind.
But it 's work that counts in the world, you see;
Not what we dream, but do:
For the dreamer of dreams, whatever he be,
If he 'd have his dreams come true,
Must be a workman, too, my dear,
Must be a workman, too.
So much to do; so much to know;
So much that life would shirk!
But each is one of a hive below,
The world's great Hive of Irk,
Where each must do his work, my dear,
Each one must do his work.
A song, a look, a word of cheer,
Will help more than a sigh!
For this is the law of the hive, my dear,
That every bee must try, my dear,
And all the drones must die, my dear,
That all the drones must die.
Oft-times it seems that the end is far,
And the work we do, in vain;
That night will never reveal a star,
And day bring only rain,
To trouble our hearts again, my dear,
To trouble our hearts again.
But ever the stars are shining there
With ever the old regard;
And be it foul, or be it fair,
However long debarred,
All work has its reward, my dear,
All work has its reward.
Could summer come without the rose?
Or morn without the sun?
And thus shall toil bring soul's repose
To each and every one,
Whose work at last is done, my dear,
Whose work at last is done.
For the face of the world is a homely face,
But the look in its eyes is kind
To him who sets his heart's brisk pace
To the work he has in mind,
And turns not with the wind, my dear,
And turns not with the wind.
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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A Daily Prayer
Dear Lord watch over us in all our days,
lead us through the rocky roads
that we encounter in our lives.
Carry us when the roads become too much to bare.
Lead us to a more fruitful life
away the one that almost destroyed us.
Dear Lord help us cross the raging waters
that threaten to drown us in its murky depths.
Dear Lord, do this for us and we will always follow thee.
Amen.
20 March 2010
poem by David Harris
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Draxy's Hymn
I cannot think but God must know
About the thing I long for so;
I know He is so good, so kind,
I cannot think but He will find
Some way to help, some way to show
Me to the thing I long for so.
I stretch my hand-it lies so near:
It looks so sweet, it looks so dear.
'Dear Lord,' I pray, 'Oh, let me know
If it is wrong to want it so?'
He only smiles-He does not speak:
My heart grows weaker and more weak,
With looking at the thing so dear,
Which lies so far, and yet so near.
Now, Lord, I leave at thy loved feet
This thing which looks so near, so sweet;
I will not seek, I will not long-
almost fear I have been wrong.
I'll go, and work the harder, Lord,
And wait till by some loud, clear word
Thou callest me to thy loved feet,
To take this thing so dear, so sweet.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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A New Song to an Old Tune - From Victor Hugo
If a pleasant lawn there grow
By the showers caressed,
Where in all the seasons blow
Flowers gaily dressed,
Where by handfuls one may win
Lilies, woodbine, jessamine,
I will make a path therein
For thy feet to rest.
If there live in honour's sway
An all-loving breast
Whose devotion cannot stray,
Never gloom-oppressed -
If this noble breast still wake
For a worthy motive's sake,
There a pillow I will make
For thy head to rest.
If there be a dream of love,
Dream that God has blest,
Yielding daily treasure-trove
Of delightful zest,
With the scent of roses filled,
With the soul's communion thrilled,
There, oh! there a nest I'll build
For thy heart to rest.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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As I Now Silently Cry
If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
I'd walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
My friend you will be remembered
As I now silently cry...
You meant the world to me
and how much I loved you so
Why did this all happen and
why did you have to go?
May God rest your soul in peace
Is a prayer that comes from the heart
We will meet again some day
For good times and some laugh
Until then goodbye my friend
In slumber that you sleep
You will be forever missed
May your soul now rest in peace. Amen.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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