St. Gerard Majella, pray for us!
Posted on 11/09/2006 6:49:58 PM PST by Knitting A Conundrum
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/g/i/givetotw.htm
Give to the winds thy fears,
Hope and be undismayed.
God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.
Through waves and clouds and storms,
He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou His time; so shall this night
Soon end in joyous day.
Still heavy is thy heart?
Still sinks thy spirit down?
Cast off the world, let fear depart
Bid every care begone.
What though Thou rulest not;
Yet heaven, and earth, and hell
Proclaim, God sitteth on the throne,
And ruleth all things well.
And whatsoe’er Thou will’st,
Thou dost, O King of kings;
What Thine unerring wisdom chose,
Thy power to being brings.
Leave to His sovereign sway
To choose and to command;
So shalt thou, wondering, own that way,
How wise, how strong this hand.
Far, far above thy thought,
His counsel shall appear,
When fully He the work hath wrought,
That caused thy needless fear.
Thou seest our weakness, Lord;
Our hearts are known to Thee;
O lift Thou up the sinking hand,
Confirm the feeble knee!
Let us in life, in death,
Thy steadfast truth declare,
And publish with our latest breath
Thy love and guardian care.
Prayers. And may peace come upon him and all who care for him during this time.
There are some state troopers shot in the line of duty who need our prayers:
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1823309/posts
BTTT
They are in our prayers....
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I have a prayer request. I have had infertility issues for three years and two miscarriages. I just turned 40 and would love to have more children.
Thanks for the prayers.........they are much needed.
Prayers for you, dear. And bless you for wanting motherhood in a day when so many reject it.
St. Gerard Majella, pray for us!
I know of many people who are struggling with infertility; it’s absolutely heart breaking. One dear friend of mine is in perfect health; her reproductive system tested fine, yet for six years, nothing. So sad for her.
Thanks! I’ve had recourse to him for a long time, but nothing.
As I was once told, the saints are not independent contractors; we have to accept God’s will in our lives, however difficult.
But thank you for the prayers, maybe God may “change his mind” on me.
Prayer emergency for a FRiend here:
Just found out mommie of new grandson is in hospital with lots of bleeding. Baby due in 1 month. Please pray.
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The family needs lots of prayers too.
BTTT
Prayer BUMP!!!!!
2Co 4:5 For what we proclaim is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, with ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake.
2Co 4:6 For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
2Co 4:7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.
2Co 4:8 We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair;
2Co 4:9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;
2Co 4:10 always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies.
LORD,
THANK YOU THAT YOU NEVER LEAVE US OR FORSAKE US.
WE TRY, ONLY BY YOUR HELP, TO ENDURE PATIENTLY ALL THAT COMES TO US.
WE HAVE LEARNED THAT YOU ARE TO BE TRUSTED AND LOVED.
I PRAY THAT YOU WILL BE GLORIFIED IN OUR LIVES AS PATIENCE WORKS....
Jas 1:4 And let patience have its perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, lacking in nothing.
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/s/o/sogdumyh.htm
Spirit of God, descend upon my heart;
Wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art;
And make me love Thee as I ought to love.
I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies,
No sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no opening skies;
But take the dimness of my soul away.
Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh;
Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh,
Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.
Hast Thou not bid me love Thee, God and King?
All, all Thine own, soul, heart and strength and mind.
I see Thy cross; there teach my heart to cling:
O let me seek Thee, and O let me find!
Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,
One holy passion filling all my frame;
The kindling of the heaven descended Dove,
My heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.
Behold the islands with their kings,
And Europe her best tribute brings;
From north to south the princes meet,
To pay their homage at His feet.
There Persia, glorious to behold,
There India shines in eastern gold;
And barb’rous nations at His word
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.
To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown His head;
His Name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.
People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His Name.
Blessings abound wherever He reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.
Where He displays His healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In Him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen!
Great God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to Thy Son,
Extend His power, exalt His throne.
The sceptre well becomes His hands;
All Heav’n submits to His commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.
With power He vindicates the just,
And treads th’oppressor in the dust:
His worship and His fear shall last
Till hours, and years, and time be past.
As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall He send his influence down:
His grace on fainting souls distills,
Like heav’nly dew on thirsty hills.
The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at His first dawning light;
And deserts blossom at the sight.
The saints shall flourish in His days,
Dressed in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river, from His throne
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
~Isaac Watts
BTTT
Thank you.
Love to my Sisters and Brothers in Jesus Christ on this Beautiful Day!
A Mighty Fortress is our God {Lyrics and Composer: Martin Luther, 1529. }
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
'...I have Chosen you,
And will not Throw you Away.
Fear not, for I am with you.
Do not be Dismayed, for I am your God.
I will Strengthen you; I will Help you;
I will Uphold you with My Victorious Right Hand.' (Is.41:9,10)
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