I am a wish a prayer from mortals lips
That reached heaven and touched God’s fingertips
And returned to earth wrapped in flesh and blood
A gift from God’s unconditional love
So love and cherish me as God does you
And guide and teach me well in all I do
And through the years a garden we will grow
Filled with the fragrant beauty of the rose
And on the day I reach maturity
And feel the need like leaves to leave the tree
To show the world the colors that are me
Rejoice in all the beauty that you see
For I am your child the gift that God gave
No More than a wish and a prayer - away.
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Author: Elaine George
I had a dream that there appeared to me
a little girl whose hands I touched were silk.
Her tender eyes belied the purity
of angels, and her skin was white as milk.
She said, “In your despair, I heard your call
for comfort, which I’ve come to bring to you.
My hands do not look strong, for they are small,
but used in prayer, there’s much that they can do.”
Before me, in the darkness of that night,
with palms upturned, she gently closed her eyes,
and as she prayed, I saw a stream of light
shine down with myriads of butterflies.
I woke most splendidly refreshed in bed
to see a monarch flutter near my head.
Written 12/20/13 by Andrea Dietrich
and Based on Visual #7 in nette onclaud's WITH THESE HANDS Contest
A Child's Thanksgiving Prayer
Lord, I thank thee as I sit to eat,
For mashed potatoes that I helped to make.
And thanks, dear Lord, we're having something sweet.
Besides the beets and peas, there's pies and cake!
I thank thee for the sweet potatoes too
‘Cause Mom put tiny marshmallows on top.
They melted into white and taste goo;
Bless Mom, this time her cooking didn't flop!
And thanks, dear Lord, my cousins came today.
I only get to see them once a year.
It snowed, and so we're going out to play.
Only my aunt Ruthie isn't here.
I'm glad she caught a cold. Forgive me, Lord.
It's just she talks so much we kids get bored.
A Dad's Thanksgiving Prayer
Thanks, Lord, for this day of our Thanksgiving.
I've got a nice long weekend thanks to thee,
Starting with what I call really living-
Football on TV for me to see.
I'm thankful for this turkey on the table,
And for my wife, who bought it at the store
Even though she had to read the label
On how to cook the thing and even more . . .
Because this was her first time hosting dinner,
There was a lot my poor wife had to learn.
But the pumpkin pie turned out to be a winner,
And the gravy(which I love), she didn't burn!
And praise to thee, my kid is not as bad
As those that my wife's sister Annie had.
A Mom's Thanksgiving Prayer
I thank thee, Lord, for this Thanksgiving Day,
For helping hands to clear away this mess;
For snow to tempt the kids outside to play;
For all my family and the meal's success.
I haven't seen my sisters in a while.
Though Ruthie's gone, I'm glad we all can chat.
The men are in the den. Each wears a smile.
They're chugging Buds and happy getting fat.
I'm thankful too that Mom and Dad are here.
They're taking all the kids to see a show
Tomorrow while the men are drinking beer.
I hope nobody gets into a row!
Bless Mom and Dad. The kids will have them hopping
(Especially Annie's kids) while we're out shopping!
For PD's "Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.. any food, thanksgiving
or turkey poem CONTEST.. Poetry Contest"
We praise You for the mysterious sea
We fear Your glorious Name above all Names
More than the sharpness of shark fangs
We will forever sing of Your glory.
Oh, Architect of all Earth’s beauty,
King above all kings that reign,
Deliverer from our every chain,
You are so ever praiseworthy!
Your Son died and rose again,
He holds the keys to Your kingdom,
His blood washes clean our every sin.
Behold the Spirit He said You would send,
No one surpasses Him in wisdom,
He is our ever-present friend.
If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke
If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find
If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity
I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...
--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)
**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!
again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)
(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)
When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.
As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.
What if things are not what they seems,
What if visions are incomprehensible dreams?
You stare at the light source, through trio-finger matrix
And confront radiant beams appearing as crucifix.
You breathe deep within, expecting to locate,
The apparitions - to reveal, with abated breath,
In the grip of stupor, you move to trance,
Curse upon you, dissolves, with mother protector’s stance.
You search for an ark to shelter you from the waves,
With time to arrive, that predictable percept craves,
You question, the author of the spectacle, waiting unfurl,
How to avert the catastrophe and protect the world,
For He is the one who shields the nave,
And prevents the eye from envision of your grave.
Lord,let my legs move,
so i can walk to the middle of the ring,
let my arms work hard
to gather many points.
Lord,let my ears hear,
so i can listen to my coach,
lt my waist bend,
to move from the punches.
Lord, let my eyes see,
so that i can look into my opponets eyes.
let my mind think
of what to do next.
Lord, let my heart beat
to keep me pushing myself further
let my lungs breathe
to keep me alert and ready.
Lord, let me stay positive,
so the end is a mystery,
let me stay safe,
to walkout of the ring.
Lord, let me try my best,
so that i know i put 110%
let my coach be surprised in the end,
to know that i've come out on top again
They said he would grow out of it,
All night I’d listen to his cough,
His nose dripped and wouldn’t turn off,
When it got bad, he would vomit.
The doctors wouldn’t promise
Their treatments would pay off,
After years, they acted a little lost
When he showed almost no progress.
I kept praying for his healing,
Suddenly, good news without question,
Test results showed normal breathing,
The doc said, “Stop the medicine!”
I’m still reeling from the feeling,
That, my friends, is divine intervention.
*This poem is based on true events.
A GRANDMOTHER'S PRAYER
I'll pray you strength, to face each coming day
when things aren't going as right as they could,
to tear down walls, when walls get in the way
of knowing life is going as it should;
I'll pray you light, so your dear heart can see
all through your life, your journey's not alone,
and so the night's not dark as it could be
in troubled times, as every life has known;
I'll pray you love, so love will take your hand,
so you can feel love is the plan for you,
and when it's done, your heart will understand
just what it means to love one, as I do.
I'll pray you have the wisdom God can give
and all His love, as long as you shall live.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Why did You leave me here, all alone?
You left me for the unknown.
I pray to You, o God my King
I pray to You for a small thing.
You see my heart weeping in tears,
You see my pain and sorrow.
I pray to You o God my King
I pray, for better tomorrow.
I look for You up in the sky, o God
try to find Your reflection.
I pray so hard from all my heart
asking, for Your affection.
I’m asking You for happines my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise, I will share.
Let no shadow be cast in my soul
for I have seen the countenance of grace.
Let my heart not build a wall
to hide the furious compassion of Your face.
Let the rain of mercy fall
upon the dry wasteland of my memories.
Let my life answer to Your call
and my own stubbornness cease.
Let me not at the foot of the cross
resent precious blood splattered for me.
Let it cover the pain of loss
and from sin set me free.
Thank the Lord my soul can rejoice
for I am but a sinner whom You gave a choice.
In the name, blood, wounds and death of Jesus on the cross,
And by his resurrection on the third day,
Jesus, the first born from death,
The only warrior with power that conquered death,
Altar call of all children to the light,
The children of the whole world,
Don’t be deceived by this dark world,
Being promised riches, big houses, big cars,
And the first mission is to kill your parents, next all your relatives,
Welcome to the promises,
Car is an ugliest snake, house is the cage, money works in the dark, hard labor,
There are no real things in the dark work but fake,
If you killed all your parents and relatives,
You will be left with no one to protect you,
And be left with no option but to continue in the dark,
And become the slaves of hard labor of darkness,
But if you run to Jesus, and let Jesus into your heart,
Reading a bible starting by John Gospel,
Making prayer in the name of Jesus,
You become forever free indeed in Jesus name,
And only light will shine on you,
By light you will know and see all tricks of darkness.
Oh mother, dear mother, come make my bed,
for the sun grows tired and has lost its shine;
come bless the place where I will lay my head,
surround it with angels, all that’s divine.
Oh mother, dear mother, come bar the door,
count the slow clock's chime as shadows descend.
Eve's breeze is now listless, birds sings no more,
all the land lays in silence , till night ends.
Oh mother, dear mother, sing me to sleep,
drown the foul voice of fears infestation;
let us join strength, to one another keep,
safe here in your care, and consolation.
Dear father, please protect us through the night,
save us from all harm, till dawn brings us light
“I had a dream!” those faithful words of old
Once rocked the nation right to its dark core
Never had one had a dream so bold
So flagrant that no one could ignore
Nobody thought that the dream could come true
Mixing colors what an absurd belief!
Black and white equal? What a concept new!
For some if brought fear, for others relief
Many years later a rainbow is here
The world a canvas of brilliant shades
Becoming this way through trials and tears
And fervent prayer and God given aide.
How joyous life is when we put race aside
And pursue our dreams so in peace we’ll abide!
Set me free Lord set me free,
Take this evil I lay with away.
Take this torture turn it astray.
Walk with me just let me be.
Look inside my heart to see,
Erase my mind as I do pray.
Renew my spirit all in a day.
Sign me up for a high decree.
Leave all this as dust in the wind,
Scatter past present and future,
I will not falter nor will I bend,
Send it all away with no suture.
Set me free Lord, take this madness and put it in its place.
I must warn you it wears a mask to cover up its ugly face.
(R) Registered: 2013 Ann Rich
Be not forgotten faith that bids me stay
When darkened hours come bringing heavy rain
Flood waters ominous rising delays
Foreboding storm cease or I'll go insane
In selfish pity I could lose my way
Controlled by circumstance not dreams I've prayed
Be not caught up in struggles of this day
And miss the joy and passion of plans laid
Rise my soul hear the whisper of His voice
He'll calm the storm and waters will recede
You'll cross dry land so let your heart rejoice
You had faith to stand and now to proceed
So stay the course your treasured promise land
Find your child your awesome little man
*This is a poem about seeking (hunting) and reclaiming a childlike faith to believe!
Contest: Hunt for a Sonnet Gems & Seven Stones in the Crown
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL & UPLIFTING – PRAISE, WORSHIP, & PRAYER
There is no reason to be down and out.
The sun still shines in the sky when raindrops.
Smile now because this is your time to pop.
We really want to hear your thoughts about…
Life love joy rapture pleasure thrills bliss blessed
There is cause to be irrefutable.
You know the heights of life uplift others.
Happiness esteems and solidifies.
Each time you strive, you find that the world thrives.
Uplift life elevate mind and inspire…
There is purpose to take on; therefore,
Give heart to another and cheer to the
dishearten. Raise spirits to encourage
deification of our creator through praise.
Mother Earth is our celestial orbit.
Peace seekers we are in spirit and truth.
Love and harmony is for all dwellers.
Let us join on native topography.
Hold hands sing from the voice of the patriot
Scale the endless strife of diversity
To meander in our conflicting journeys
So that our life is a religious nub,
Which brings forth faith in the omnipotent.
The crux of our essence edifies soul.
Elucidation is magnetic force
Mesmerizing all the people involved.
We shout in our synagogues worship
Via life force, which is cognizance.
Oration heard from the heights of trouble.
Just a closer walk with God was words voiced.
A proclamation so great, tears came forth.
I know the Lord exclaimed the choir from the
balcony while others were praying in
the aisles. Oh Lord have mercy on me.
There was no doubt that salvation was there.
The expression was that the Holy Ghost
had entered. Utterance of faith is with
all. An enduring completed through the
works of God. How were the burdens taken
to a place of repost? The Lord keeps me
safe and warm. Through veneration and
extol, prayer; praise; and worship heartens all.
PENNED JUNE 28, 2014!
Written for a those who seek a greater determination....
Above these trees towering
Above these deep blue seas
Above these clouds soaring
Above these mortal fears
Beyond these steep mountains
Beyond these battered slopes
Beyond these wasted plains
Beyond these shattered hopes
Through these shifting shadows
Through these darkening days
Through these shuttered windows
Through these dim lit doorways
Triune God, hear me pray
Let my people find their way.
Night is the time
That crawls in like
It is full of activities
That we celebrate
Night it is that
All evils in the mind
of all that labours
Killings and kidnaps
that are watertight
Are done secretly by
men in the night.
Machinations of any
Are done in the night
to the heart's
Thence, I call on the
Stay awake for a
part of the night
Even if the most
Disturbeth thee. And
say a prayer not
loose but tight!!!
Thoughts of you fill my mind, love
You’re always a part of my passion
When we are apart I’m reminded of a dove
Who has drifted too far from its companion
I miss you more with each passing moment
Sleep will not come for the longing of you
Love so deep and true is akin to an ailment
Your heart and soul are everything I knew
When we have the chance to be together again
There is no doubt that my heart will beat with bliss
For so many months I have only used my pen
To speak to you with all the dreams I miss
Without you here with me, my dear love
My prayers for you reach the heavens above
Written on July 29th, 2014
For: Fill up a Scroll! - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
may give their light to space of infinite size
and shine on all Earth's creatures' love and praise;
that the mercy He gives to him that stays
from wicked ways to keep his lips from lies,
for faith and grace to remain pure and wise
may give His Word renewed glory and raise;
that the millennial Kingdom's earthly time
arrives after end times' brief, labor pangs
and saves God's children from sin's filthy grime,
so they that were tempted of Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!
World Christmas And New Year Emergency Prayer P1
I f you think i am crazy when writing this poem,
This is your rescue, believers and non believers,
In the name of Jesus, the Savior and the Lord,
From this day of 2014-November-05 South Africa standard time,
I am sending this fire of the Holly spirit to the whole world,
At the intersections, Interchanges, Bridges, Four-way junctions, T Junctions all kinds of road shapes,
To burn and destroy all the fake designs, webs and nets of the darkness,
The design made to destroy or injure the livers of the whole world,
And i am replacing all the evil tricks with the blood of Jesus,
And i am soaking all the world roads with blood of Jesus and protecting them with fire
To all the island, coasts and beaches i send fire,
And i am changing all the liquids and waters of the world into the blood of Jesus,
And i am sending spears of fire to all the evil meetings of the world,
To disarm and disperse the enemies and destroy all their powers in Jesus name,
To destroy all their tools forever in Jesus name,
To all gatherings of the world i am sending the Angels in Jesus name,
To arrest all the evil spirits and tricks and expose them in Jesus name,
I speak drying and healing of every sickness and wound of the world in Jesus name,
I am sending solution to every problem and difficulties in Jesus name,
I am changing every mountain of the world into the body of Jesus,
And i am sending Holly Ghost wind to blow away all the tools of the darkness and communication,
Holly Ghost wind, sweep and throw them into the bottomless pit,
And i am sending Fire Holly Ghost into the mouth of world devil worshippers and vampires,
And i say nomore human blood and flesh in Jesus name, your stomach will go thirsty,
All places known for accidents i speak life, protection and peace in Jesus name,
I am sending endless power of Holly spirit to protect every innocent soul in this world,
I am minimising all the powers and communication of darkness into zeros (0)
In Jesus name,
Praise the Lord..
O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades—
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll,
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase
It sprung sprouting new growth up inside of me a few days ago.
I began to get antsy and fancied a pinch snatching up my hair.
And Lord behold this is rare to see my eyes flaring as I do stare.
So am I seeing what I am supposed to see stricken into a glow?
I have a life you know so take a sniff, sneeze, or just blow.
Oh! So now you snare but who cares when you are not fair?
Oh! So now you share a jest prayer to spread every where?
It seems to jump from you to me steadied by a lifelong flow.
I am all beside my lovely self,
Up in the air my breath will do.
Grounded in a story within itself,
Flowing I am to me as I am to you.
Already I am an abundant over achiever,
So now, I am running wild with spring fever.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Oh my Lord, Oh my souL
Hear me, Hear this song
Angels will sing along
Hear us, Hear this song
God, You are great
You are my faith
Never, You're late
In every life's door
You are our splendor
To You, we're here for
On the heavens, You stretch
On waters, You don't fret
On winds, You don't fled
We bless Your name
We Glorify Your name
We lift Your name
---------->>> to God always be the glory
I was inspired by Psalm 104: 1-3.. From this, these thoughts sprouted...
jan. 20, 2014
Dear holy child, I celebrate your birth,
and wonder at the bright and shining star,
that leads to all the joy and peace on earth
we all look for, and it is where you are.
Yes I will light a candle in your name
on Christmas morning, when I'm all alone,
and say a prayer into the burning flame
to thank you for the gift too few have known.
You are my bright and shining star, you know,
throughout my life, in everything I do,
The gift of love is all I have,and so,
I wrap my love in candlelight for you,
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa
Pre Easter Prayer 2015
In the name of Jesus Christ who is our Lord and Savior,
I start by closing my eyes,
And sending my spirit in the heaven closer to our God,
I speak a holly tongue,
I open the entire heaven and let the holly wind blow to whole earth,
And let the fire of the Holly Spirit to clean every dark in this world,
The sword of fire to cut the connection of the space and of earth,
I confirm the arrest of Lucifer,
Whose hands is cuffed by hot wires,
I speak to everything of this earth to listen to the word,
I tie the hearts and the mouth of the darkness,
I sprinkle the word Jesus to all their spells to confuse them,
And number 7 in all their numbers to dilute them
I tie all their hands and legs by hot rods,
Their mouth by hot glue,
I save every soul which was meant to be lost or suffer according to the darkness,
And any part of earth which was meant to be destroyed,
I again send fire to the houses and the hearts of the witches,
To burn all their tools to ashes,
I declare the Easter anointed, blessed and protected to everyone,
As everyone go through this Prayer. Is anointed and protected.
Today, tomorrow and forever…..
How can it be that few of us can see
the hands of greed and pride have dealt their blow
and caused a horrid lack of faith to grow
Will God still listen to my earnest plea
as I request His help on bended knee?
I’m lost, I did not see, I did not know
that we had come to cause a world of woe
alas, attributed to those like me
My fleeting youth is spent, but hope hangs on
that better generations yet to come
will resurrect the truth, the faith, the light
and recreate the path that seems foregone
To greed, despair and pride they won’t succumb;
I want to trust one day they will unite
*Written May 10, 2014 - Miltonic Sonnet
Serenity Prayer my flashlight through life
life at times can be very confusing
and troubles can cut you just like a knife
true serenity can end suffering
staying straight on the right course is too hard
too many variables are in the way
sometimes it’s hard for me to leave the yard
unfortunately I can’t run away.
I’m a prisoner because of my word
maybe I’m making mountains from mole hills
doesn’t like the use of my vocal chord
control freaks don’t really bring me much thrills
ever since mom all the women the same
is this life of mine just one awful game?