Posted on 11/09/2006 6:49:58 PM PST by Knitting A Conundrum
Bringing my Prayer Over from the Pray for President Bush Thread:
O Father our King,
Our Hearts are Lifted Up in Worship to You, our Mighty and Glorious God. Thank You, our Savior, for Your Graciousness Upon us, Even in this Time of Pain. May we be Signposts of Grace, Pointing the Way to our Loving Shepherd-King. Empower us to Glorify Thee, Lord of Saving Love.
We Pray for Comfort for the Family of Professor Librescu, and for Every Grieving Soul. We Pray for Strength and Grace for our Sister Kayak's Family. We Worship our Sovereign, All-Mighty, All-Loving King.
"The Lord Who Gives Sunlight in the Daytime, and the Moon and Stars to Light the Night, and Who Stirs the Sea to Make the Roaring Waves; His Name is the Lord of Hosts." (Jer.31:35)
Thank You, Papa-Father, for the Upholding of the PB Abortion Ban! We Ask for a Multitude of Victories, our Compassionate Lord. Save the Frozen Embryos, O God, from those who Seek their Lives. May the Wickedness of Abortion be Forever Removed from our America.
Be Pleased, Your Grace, to Always Guard our President and our Troops. Revive our Nation, O Mercy-King, and Pour Upon us Your Saving Love. Protect Beloved Israel from her Enemies, our Mighty Lord. We Love You, Your Excellency, and Pray in our Jesus' Name, amen.
"Sing for Joy, O Heavens; Shout, O Earth. Break Forth with Song, O Mountains, for the Lord has Comforted His People, and will have Compassion Upon them in their Sorrow." (Is.50:13)
Counselor, Comforter, Keeper
Spirit we long to embrace
You offer hope when our hearts have
Hopelessly lost the way
Oh, we’ve hopelessly lost the way
You are the One that we praise
You are the One we adore
You give the healing and grace
Our hearts always hunger for
Oh, our hearts always hunger for
Almighty, infinite Father
Faithfully loving Your own
Here in our weakness You find us
Falling before Your throne
Oh, we’re falling before Your throne
~Selah
My all time favorite hymn.
Thank you for posting it, Carb. It sanctifies my morning.
Oh, we’re falling before Your throne
I woke up this morning
to the song of a robin
singing his morning prayers to the dawn,
announcing a new day.
I woke up this morning
to the gift of a new day,
a moment to raise up my heart to You, O Lord,
another opportunity
to be your light,
showing the daylight of Your hope
to the dark world around me.
O Lord,
Help me to be this day
sunlit with the Son’s light,
and that as I go about my day,
I leave the places I go
Brighter with your love.
Amen.
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http://www.freerepublic.com/perl/post?id=1736013%2C2285
Now rest beneath night’s shadow
The woodland, field, and meadow,
The world in slumber lies;
But Thou, my heart, awake thee,
To prayer and song betake thee;
Let praise to thy Creator rise.
The radiant sun hath vanished,
His golden rays are banished
By night, the foe of day;
But Christ, the Sun of gladness,
Dispelling all my sadness,
Within my heart holds constant sway.
The rule of day is over
And shining jewels cover
The heaven’s boundless blue.
Thus I shall shine in heaven,
Where crowns of gold are given
To all who faithful prove and true.
To rest my body hasteth,
Aside its garments casteth,
Types of mortality;
These I put off and ponder
How Christ will give me yonder
A robe of glorious majesty.
Lord Jesus, Who dost love me,
Oh, spread Thy wings above me
And shield me from alarm!
Though evil would assail me,
Thy mercy will not fail me:
I rest in Thy protecting arm.
My loved ones, rest securely,
For God this night will surely
From peril guard your heads.
Sweet slumbers may He send you
And bid His hosts attend you
And through the night watch o’er your beds.
—Paul Gerhardt 1648
Thank you: I’m putting that on my homepage.
Sorry, the earlier link won’t be playing any music!
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/n/o/nowrestb.htm
Now rest beneath night’s shadow
The woodland, field, and meadow,
The world in slumber lies;
But Thou, my heart, awake thee,
To prayer and song betake thee;
Let praise to thy Creator rise.
The radiant sun hath vanished,
His golden rays are banished
By night, the foe of day;
But Christ, the Sun of gladness,
Dispelling all my sadness,
Within my heart holds constant sway.
The rule of day is over
And shining jewels cover
The heaven’s boundless blue.
Thus I shall shine in heaven,
Where crowns of gold are given
To all who faithful prove and true.
To rest my body hasteth,
Aside its garments casteth,
Types of mortality;
These I put off and ponder
How Christ will give me yonder
A robe of glorious majesty.
Lord Jesus, Who dost love me,
Oh, spread Thy wings above me
And shield me from alarm!
Though evil would assail me,
Thy mercy will not fail me:
I rest in Thy protecting arm.
My loved ones, rest securely,
For God this night will surely
From peril guard your heads.
Sweet slumbers may He send you
And bid His hosts attend you
And through the night watch o’er your beds.
—Paul Gerhardt 1648
The Love of God {Lyrics and Composer: Frederick M. Lehman, 1917. }
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
'May the Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
May God's Love and the Holy Spirit's Friendship be yours.' (2Cor.13:14)
I am sure I have posted this one (in one of its three or 4 versions before) but it is the word on my heart:
Lord,
sometimes it seems we are walking with Job,
sitting down, scraping our sores
in the misery of overwhelming events and sorrows.
Help us, Lord,
when we need to scream
and to rant
and to beat our fist against the wall,
our heads against the floor,
and the dawn seems too far away to wait.
O Lord,
it is at that moment, I pray,
that you will wrap your loving arms around us,
cover us with your wings,
hold us tight as we sob,
or scream
or beat our hands against your embrace,
and when we catch our breaths,
realize
that the wood of your cross is not smooth,
that the weight is heavy,
and the road is hard,
but by following you through the dark of that sad day,
by knowing that this hard road is our link to your passion,
like you, we will come at last into the rest and peace you have promised us.
Amen.
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The Blessing of Morning PrayerThe entire day receives order and discipline when it acquires unity. This unity must be sought and found in morning prayer. It is confirmed in work. The morning prayer determines the day. Squandered time of which we are ashamed, temptations to which we succumb, weaknesses and lack of courage in work, disorganization and lack of discipline in our thoughts and in our conversation with other men, all have their origin most often in the neglect of morning prayer.
Order and distribution of our time become more firm where they originate in prayer. Temptations which accompany the working day will be conquered on the basis of the morning breakthrough to God. Decisions, demanded by work, become easier and simpler where they are made not in the fear of men but only in the sight of God. "Whatever your task, work heartily, as serving the Lord and not men" (Colossians 3:23). Even mechanical work is done in a more patient way if it arises from the recognition of God and his command. The powers to work take hold, therefore, at the place where we have prayed to God. He wants to give us today the power which we need for our work.
~Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Thank you, Sweetie.
Eph 4:15 But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ:
Eph 4:16 From whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that which every joint supplieth, according to the effectual working in the measure of every part, maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of itself in love.
OH LORD, WHAT A CONCERT OF LOVE YOU MAKE THROUGH YOUR SERVANTS. YOU SHOW FORTH YOUR GRACE AND GOODNESS AND TRUTH.
1Pe 2:2 As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby:
1Pe 2:3 If so be ye have tasted that the Lord is gracious.
1Pe 2:4 To whom coming, as unto a living stone, disallowed indeed of men, but chosen of God, and precious,
1Pe 2:5 Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.
MAY WE GLORIFY YOU TODAY LORD.
THANK YOU FOR FOOD FROM HEAVEN TO START THIS DAY.
THANK YOU FOR LOVE AND HOPE AND JOY IN THE HOLY SPIRIT WHO SHEDS YOUR LOVE ABROAD IN OUR HEARTS.
1Th 5:11 Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do.
Amen
Let me say plainly my dear Sisters, that this was a Blessing to me to see the Hymn, the Praise, the Poem, the Teaching, and to offer the Scripture.
How clearly the LORD uses His Body in different and edifying ways to give us a Blessing day by day.
Thanks be to God, the Father, and to our Lord Jesus Christ, and to the Holy Spirit,
Amen.
Today, O Lord,
You must be my hope,
for my heart is dark with grief,
and my joy shadowed with sorrow,
and my thoughts are heavy
and my eyes are stung with tears.
When I have no earthly hope to lift me up,
no easy light to brighten me,
I know that my true hope
lies there in your heart,
pulsating with a love I cannot begin to fathom,
guarded from all ills.
Today, O Lord,
You must be my light,
for my world reeks of grayness and salt,
heavy clouds that hide the beauty,
fog that shrouds the heart.
I walk in the darkness,
eyes blinded,
Yet in simple trust, I know
that my true light lies there in your heart,
A burning beacon that can pierce through the deepest dark,
giving sight to the blind
bringing the unexpected dawn.
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Psa 16:9 So my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices; my flesh shall also rest in hope.
Psa 23:2 He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me to waters of rest;
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/g/o/godthatm.htm
God, that madest earth and Heaven, darkness and light;
Who the day for toil hast given, for rest the night;
May Thine angel guards defend us,
Slumber sweet Thy mercy send us;
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, all through the night.
And when morn again shall call us, to run life’s way,
May we still, whatever befall us, Thy will obey.
From the power of evil hide us,
In the narrow pathway guide us,
Nor Thy smile be ever denied us all through the day.
Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, and when we die,
May we in Thy mighty keeping all peaceful lie;
When the last dread call shall wake us,
Do not Thou, our God, forsake us,
But to reign in glory take us with Thee on high.
Psa 116:7 Return to your rest, O soul; for Jehovah has blessed you.
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