The Prayer Room: Praying for America, FR, and all who need it

Unless the LORD builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.

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At this time, when feelings run high, the world seems crazy, and anger seems to be the one thing the peoples of the world have in common, I invite you, my fellow FReepers, to join me in prayers and meditation for guidance, God's help and for our fellow man, for America, our troops, and all our own needs.

Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!

William Bradbury

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth should change,
though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble with its tumult.

Psalm 46: 1-3

The night seems heavy, and long and so deep,
And I lay there just restless, unable to sleep,
And I lay there in darkness and watch the moonlight
It reminds me, in some way, of another dark night.

Moonlight that night among dark olive trees,
And one lonely Man praying hard, on His knees,
The sin of a world resting hard on His head,
Looking into the darkness that would soon see Him dead.

God With Us, He knelt, feeling the stones on His knees,
And the longing to be somewhere else, if you please,
And the chill of the air as He struggled and prayed,
Feeling so very alone, tired and troubled, afraid.

God With Us, He prays, giving the Father His all,
Working hard that long night there to answer the call,
Just how hard it can be -- O He knows how it feels,
Fast beating heart, taste of bile, head that reels.

God With Us, our Jesus, He tasted our night,
How heavy the dark with the midnight in sight.
But He made the path there that will open the way,
As He steps from the tomb on that glorious day.

God With Us still, Jesus, O Lord of my life,
You walk me through each and all sickness and strife,
Remind me that when the dark feels so deep,
That You are there with me, Your love does not sleep.

Beautiful Offering to His Excellency! Glory to our Sovereign King!

"Praise the Lord!
Yes, give praise, O servants of the Lord.
Praise the name of the Lord!
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Now and forever.
Everywhere—from east to west—
Praise the name of the Lord.
For the Lord is high above the nations;
His glory is higher than the heavens.

Who can be compared with the Lord our God,
Who is enthroned on high?
He stoops to look down
On heaven and on earth.
He lifts the poor from the dust
And the needy from the garbage dump.
He sets them among princes,
Even the princes of his own people!
He gives the childless woman a family,
Making her a happy mother.

Praise the Lord!" (Ps.113)

Our Magnificent God, Holy, Righteous, and Good, we Love to Exalt You, to Praise Thy Lovely Name. Who can Compare with Jesus, our God? He Loved us from Eternity's Dawn; He Chose us to be Vessels of His Grace. Fill us to Overflowing, Shepherd-King; Fill us with Thy Character and Love. Pardon our Sins through Thy Holy Blood, and Help us to Gladly Forsake them All. O Living God, our Champion, our King, Hasten the Day of Thy Kingdom of Peace.

Be Pleased, O Lord, to Hear our Petitions and Praise. May Rivers of Blessings Overflow and Splash Upon Thy lambs! Guard us, Strengthen us, and Heal us, through Thy Name. O God of Israel, we Love You, as we Pray through Loving Grace, amen.

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Jesus! what a Friend for sinners!
Jesus! Lover of my soul;
Friends may fail me, foes assail me,
He, my Savior, makes me whole.

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Hallelujah! what a Savior!
Hallelujah! what a Friend!
Saving, helping, keeping, loving,
He is with me to the end.

Jesus! what a Strength in weakness!
Let me hide myself in Him.
Tempted, tried, and sometimes failing,
He, my Strength, my victory wins.

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Jesus! what a Help in sorrow!
While the billows over me roll,
Even when my heart is breaking,
He, my Comfort, helps my soul.

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Jesus! what a Guide and Keeper!
While the tempest still is high,
Storms about me, night overtakes me,
He, my Pilot, hears my cry.

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Jesus! I do now receive Him,
More than all in Him I find.
He hath granted me forgiveness,
I am His, and He is mine.

Psa 108:1 A Song. A Psalm of David. My heart is steadfast, O God! I will sing and make melody with all my being!
Psa 108:2 Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awake the dawn!
Psa 108:3 I will give thanks to you, O LORD, among the peoples; I will sing praises to you among the nations.
Psa 108:4 For your steadfast love is great above the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
Psa 108:5 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens! Let your glory be over all the earth!
Psa 108:6 That your beloved ones may be delivered, give salvation by your right hand and answer me!
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Psa 108:12 Oh grant us help against the foe, for vain is the salvation of man!
Psa 108:13 With God we shall do valiantly; it is he who will tread down our foes.
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Psa 98:6 With trumpets and the sound of the horn make a joyful noise before the King, the LORD!
Psa 98:7 Let the sea roar, and all that fills it; the world and those who dwell in it!
Psa 98:8 Let the rivers clap their hands; let the hills sing for joy together
Psa 98:9 before the LORD, for he comes to judge the earth. He will judge the world with righteousness, and the peoples with equity.
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Isa 51:4 "Give attention to me, my people, and give ear to me, my nation; for a law will go out from me, and I will set my justice for a light to the peoples.
Isa 51:5 My righteousness draws near, my salvation has gone out, and my arms will judge the peoples; the coastlands hope for me, and for my arm they wait.
Isa 51:6 Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look at the earth beneath; for the heavens vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment, and they who dwell in it will die in like manner; but my salvation will be forever, and my righteousness will never be dismayed.
Isa 51:7 "Listen to me, you who know righteousness, the people in whose heart is my law; fear not the reproach of man, nor be dismayed at their revilings.
Isa 51:8 For the moth will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool; but my righteousness will be forever, and my salvation to all generations."
Isa 51:9 Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD; awake, as in days of old, the generations of long ago. Was it not you who cut Rahab in pieces, that pierced the dragon?
Isa 51:10 Was it not you who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep, who made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to pass over?
Isa 51:11 And the ransomed of the LORD shall return and come to Zion with singing; everlasting joy shall be upon their heads; they shall obtain gladness and joy, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

OH LORD, THAT YOUR JUDGEMENTS WOULD BE IN THE EARTH.
TURN THE HEARTS OF YOUR PEOPLE TO LOVE YOUR WORD AND TO OBEY YOU.
GIVE US COURAGE AND STRENGTH.
HELP US TO JUDGE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL, TRUTH AND LIES, PURE AND CONTAMINATED.
NOTHING CAN ADD TO YOUR RIGHTEOUSNESS .
LET YOUR WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN.
I ask this in JESUS's Name.

Open this day my heart, O Lord,
And let me see the truth of my being
Those darknesses I hold in my heart,
The hard places I see without seeing.

Throw open the dark and let in your truth,
The saving touch of your light,
Restore me, make me white as wool,
Clean to stand in your sight.

How often it is that I miss the mark,
Fall short of the way you would send me,
My good intentions crumble like dirt,
As I let in the darkness to bend me.

It is only by clinging here to your cross,
That I can find help for my falling,
Only by standing up and facing my wrongs
Can my life answer your calling.

O help me see clearly where I go wrong,
Bring your light into my life.
Strip away all the veils that I wrap me in,
Thy Spirit sharper than any knife.

O Lord of my life, shape me and mold me,
Forgive me my failings this day.
O cleanse me and make me the way that you would
Make me all yours, this I pray.

Amen, and our Lord's Blessings be with Everyone, is my Prayer.

I Want to Share a Portion of One of our Brother William Cowper's Letters in which he Describes how his Days were Spent. It is a Christ-Honoring Testimony, and a Blessing to Read.

"We Breakfast Commonly between Eight and Nine; till Eleven we Read Either the Scripture, or the Sermons of Some Faithful Preacher of those Holy Mysteries; at Eleven we Attend Divine Service, which is performed Here Twice Every Day; and from Twelve to Three we Separate, and Amuse ourselves as we Please. During that Interval I Either Read in my Own Apartment, or Walk, or Ride, or Work in the Garden. We Seldom Sit an Hour After Dinner; but, if the Weather permits, Adjourn to the Garden, where, with Mrs. Unwin and her Son, I have Generally the Pleasure of Religious Conversation till Tea-Time.

If it Rains, or is too Windy for Walking, we Either Converse Indoors, or Sing Some Hymns of Martin's Collection; and by the Help of Mrs. Unwin's Harpsichord, Make Up a Tolerable Concert, in which our Hearts, I Hope, are the Best and Most Musical Performers. After Tea we Sally Forth to Walk in Good earnest. Mrs. Unwin is a Good Walker, and we have Generally Travelled about Four Miles before we See Home Again. When the Days are Short, we Make this Excursion in the Former Part of the Day, between Church-Time and Dinner.

At Night we Read and Converse, as before, till Supper, and Commonly Finish the Evening either with Hymns or a Sermon, and Last of All the Family are Called to Prayers. I Need Not Tell you that Such a Life as this is Consistent with the Utmost Cheerfulness; Accordingly we are All Happy, and Dwell Together in Unity as Brethren. Mrs. Unwin has almost a Maternal Affection for me, and I have Something Very Like a Filial One for her; and her Son and I are Brothers. Blessed be the God of our Salvation for Such Companions, and for Such a Life; Above All, for a Heart to Like it!"

He Goes On to Say that he Wanted to, "if it Please the Almighty, be an Instrument of Turning Many to Truth."

Thank You, Lord Jesus, for this Beautiful Testimony to Thy Grace. Please Work Within us a Desire for Thy Word, and for Prayer. Grant us a Heart that Loves Thy Word and Thy Ways. Help us to Shine Brightly in Thy Love.

Thank You for Thy Spirit that Leads us to All Truth. Bless Your Children with Resources for this Life, and Grant us a Home with Thee in the Next. Let us Behold Thy Glory, Sovereign Lord. We Love You, O Father our King, as we Pray in Jesus' Name, amen.

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