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Sonnet Prayer Poems | Sonnet Poems About Prayer

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A Gift From God - A Sonnet

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. 


Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011

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Thanksgiving from Three Perspectives

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"

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Praise God With Me

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.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Who's Afraid of the Dark

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

Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2014

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on wheel
Free verse range’s for marksmen trained on rondolet*
Dipodic foot pantun villanelle dactyl

Cut their teeth on the slippery run-on-line
Roll their anaepest tongue round limerick rhyme
Do not a ballad begin with aubade fine
Nor drive straight past end-stopped line’s feminine rhyme

Such as painters’ coprophilia canvasses
Hide chance ironic hidden ghostly faces
Cubist abstract surrealist morasses
Whose apprenticeships lead to trumping aces

Far too many poets love the sound of words
Yet shirk bardic tasks speeding on twisted roads

     * Nunez: Sorry, no tilde over the “n” on my Mac. 	
•	rondolet: French pronunciation rhymes with “way”.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas Music

Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,

Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away. 

Written:  12.16.15

Recently entered
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponser: The Seeker

Previously entered
Contest:  A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Comfort's Angel

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

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give

Kindness Is Fruit One May Easily Give

Give kind words to one in desperate need
till the hungry ground for a fertile crop.
A life can be saved by casting that seed
yielding forth sweet fruits that may never stop.

Each new day, look for the good to be done
by shining light on others in dark night.
Salvation tis' not measured by the ton
but by the greatness of pure love's bright light.

Planting hope's first crop and seeing it grow
often the greatest treasure one may find.
Do that for faith and love, and not for show
be thee blessed and rewarded in kind.

Kindness is fruit one may easily give.
True journey and path to forever live.

R. J. Lindley
Aug. 12th 1976

Syllables Per Line: 	10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 	140
Total # Lines: 	15  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: 	 N/A
Total # Words: 	112

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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A Middle Ground, Please

(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.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Don't Just Pray--a HexSonneta

			When others are in need,
			kind words straight from the heart
			and prayers are just a start.		
			The Lord wants us to feed
			His sheep in word AND deed.
			We all should do our part.

			Those trapped in poverty,
			those on the streets at night,
			and those who feel the bite
			of loneliness don't see
			an opportunity
			to change their dismal plight.

			They'll know how much we care
			when tangibles join prayer.

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015

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When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone, Part One

When All Hope And Relief Seems Gone
        ( Loss of Hope) (Part One)

Today my sad spirit rides long dark rails
as massive storms lash and churn great blue seas
Lost in deepest of blues, Hope's sweet hand fails
as I crash on broken and jagged trees.

Far beneath a once great and mighty perch
as Achille's fate approaches my life
I recall divine words from father's church
"seek thee, love in our dear Lord, during strife"!

I crawl in forests dark, wickedly deep
smell of evil, death and destruction burns
I cry for safety and warm place to sleep
relief from broken heart's many returns.

Where hides Light's most beautiful saving rays
Dusk comes, no help for man that falls and prays!

Robert J. Lindley, 5-05-2017

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 110

Part One of- Hope and its greatest treasures,,,,,

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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A Boxers Prayer

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

Copyright © Victoria King | Year Posted 2012

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My First Hex Sonnetta

My First Hex Sonnetta

Sweet Angel Jessica


Sonnetta the Witch

She lived far away from the village below
Deep in the woods, high up in the sky
Where mountain mists flutter on by
She was an old skinny lady of a strange persona

There were rumors in the village center
That she was witch who called herself Sonnetta
The children all cowered around mother’s legs
When Sonnetta would come to trade her herbal dregs

It was said she could turn people to frogs
Her brews could make men tremble and shiver like dogs
She carried a wand disguised as cane
Her wrinkled old nose told you she was surely not vain

She cooked her potions in pots, as some have said
Shed wasn’t afraid to cook a poor child’s head
Smiles were never seen on the old witches face
Villagers looked at her in utter disgrace

So when a child of tiny proportions
Was born with life threatening ill distortions
They hid her from the witch and her evil spells
Need be they’d hide the poor child in the village well

Sadly the child was slipping away
The underworld was preparing her a bed
The villagers and family, distraught and with dread
The tears of a mother flowed thinking child was dead

Sonnetta was in the forest so deep,
Contemplating life’s horrors and secretly she’d weep
For no child should leave the world this way
What could she do, with the villagers she held no sway

So she focused her herbs and potions and spells
To inspire her mind to conquer and quell
Her heart was bleeding for the child so blue
She knew that her magic this time might not do

In the black of night, as the clock struck twelve
She recited a hex and hoped, time would tell
By the morning of sun rise, the old witch new
In her dreams the child thanked her, and blessed her too

Child's health restored, her smile so new
This little girl saw the light and she knew
The villagers had no idea the hex that cured
This little girl one day, would tell her tail

High in the black forest, where miracles grow

Dedicated to Jessica, her sister and brother, three angels with smiles that reach to the heavens. 

Today they sang me a song; tomorrow I am sure they will change the world. 

A controversial topic for sure, however I will post a link, and regardless of your views, any time we save a child, well, I hope tiss not only I with tears.

Thank you Dr Sabba 


scroll down to youtube video

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Divine Intervention

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.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2014

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Prayer For A Lonely Dove

I heard the sad song of a lonely dove
My heart grew heavy as she softly cried
Her lover gone no longer by her side
She coos a grieving song for her lost love
With empathy I looked to Him above
To pray a silent prayer toward the skies
Please search the world and use your clouds for eyes
Help find a mate and give fate's hand a shove
Her nest has now become her prison cell
How painful it must be just to return
To think of all those nights together shared
Her friend the wind is all that she can tell
I hope the wind has caught my prayer and churns
And some nice lonely dove will come who cares

   an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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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

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

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Altar call

Altar call

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. 

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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Serenity Prayer Meditation

God, grant me sight and sense to feel your flow.
Through darkest forests which your grace directs
This life within dim sphere that swirls below
light’s realm,  your certain guidance does perfect

God grant your deepest strength to my life’s quest
In darkest times of night when light requires
my sinew to ensure your will’s success 
and righteousness demands your sacred fires

God, grant perspective lest I go amiss
A broader vision that I might apply
my faculties to serve you best.  In this
your guidance I beseech, my heart draws nigh

True path of grace and might through this fell world
I seek with humble heart, your will unfurled


Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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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....

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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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 happiness my Lord.
Oh please, please hear my prayer.
I’ll share my love with all the world
I promise I will share.

Copyright © Elizabeth Skiba | Year Posted 2012

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Sonnet 12 - A prayer for my people

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.

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2014

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Underwater Prayer

Immerse me Lord beneath the salty sea
send me bubbles of love that sparkle blue
Shoot me to the top aqua pure and free
As I plunge so vulnerable deep viewed
the channels of life's paths I do not flee
whimpering in distress bottomward brewed
while evil oozes in a whisper plea
don't let me skid among bedrock subdued
baptize me of passion while by my side
hug me as I cling to the rushing tide.

copyright 9/15/15   Tammy Reams   Contest sponsored by: Heather Ober 'My Favorite Form'
                              Contest Sponsored by: 'Broken Wing  Trashed #2'
                              Placed 9th

Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015

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Let it be

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.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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Set Me Free

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

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet to the Christ

That the brilliance of His majestic ways
and fire that burns from His white-hot eyes
give light to space of infinite, vast size 
and shine on martyr’s endless lift and praise;
that the grace He shows them endures and stays
in them and keeps and seals their lips from lies
for hearts and minds to remain pure and wise
and give His Word divine, angelic 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 who were tempted by Satan's gangs
will live on in glory and in their prime
once Christ defangs the Serpent's deadly fangs!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2013

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A Prayer

This poem is a condensed version of my crown of sonnets

This style is called a compound English sonnet. it is written in couplets. The rhyme  is 
aabbaabbccddccddeeffeeffgggg. It can be read 3 ways.You can  read straight through or just read every other line. if you read every other lineodd or evens you're reading a normal English sonnet.

Dear God I pray you keep our men from harm
When in your grace they're safe without alarm
Let not your eyes from you now go astray
help each to stay the course when skies are gray
It's in your strength they'll learn to now rearm
Now with your help each foe the will disarm
They'll change what others do along the way
With choices that they make this very day.

You know the things they want and what they need
For with Your help I know they will succeed
They never need to run from you or hide
In all they do you'll always  be their guide
Each step they take in faith they'll not concede
When to your will we find each one will heed
Now each of them have put your will inside
Because they let your faith in you abide

I know they shall be blest in ever task
As now they keep your word in all you ask
Help each of them to stay within your pace
And understand this life's a holy race
Now all your thoughts appear to you unmasked
When in your light their souls are made to bask
But you have given them abundant grace
In all they do in each and every place

It's in Your strength they'll surely pass life's test
When they abide in your eternal rest
Help each of them to do their very best
It's then that they'll achieve a valiant quest

Copyright © Charles Reese | Year Posted 2015

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Pre Easter Prayer 2015

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…..

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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World emergency prayer PII

World emergency prayer PII

I shout now to the whole world down to the orbit,
As now the darkness is geared and out for blood,
A human blood,
I gear the whole world with the blood of Jesus,
And I am sending this fire of the holly spirit to the world and space,
And I am sending fire inside every human being of this earth,
Sinners and righteous, healthy and sick in the name of Jesus,
I conclude that every human is the child of God not devil,
And each time when the darkness tried to temper with human,
They must find fire,
In the name of Jesus. 

For I know about planned natural disasters,
Disasters to take human lives in bulk,
And a planned mysterious deaths,
In Jesus name, I declare all plans arrested,
And locked in the permanent hot safe,
Safe locked by padlocks and chains made of Jesus blood,
And I put Jesus on every move of human being everyday,
I destroy every mission of the darkness against a human being,
I again destroy and drain out every power and tool the darkness is using,
In Jesus name I declare to the whole world,
The death and injuries of any sort must come to an end,
Sicknesses must be healed,
Conflicts must find a resolution,
Marriages must be restored,
Economies must find their ways to revive now,
Time is now,
I Jesus name 

Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015

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In Response To My First Poem

In Response To My First Poem

-Inner Spirit-

A true and fighting spirit within us all surely must lay
beneath this weak armor made of water and clay.
Has it been destroyed in your life and soul,
by seeking comfort, pleasure and another goal?

Waken it if it still remains to be used for greater good
stop playing the excuse of, if only I ever could !
Renew that gifted spirit to stiffen the weakened spine,
take strong stands and draw many a hard line.

Truly sad that we get only one weak human life to live,
copy virtue , kindness and learn to sacrifice and give.
Be noble in courageous thought as well as in all your deeds
courage often springs from the smallest of little seeds!


~                ~~                 ~

My Response

He remained true to a dedicated and uplifting vow
Although, a weak vessel made of red cracking clay.
Years had taken a slashing toll, in great pain now
Yet his huge heart still sang out in its own way!

That terrible destruction time always seems to wreck
Dark, sad seeds planted in so many weakening souls.
Such looming obstacles hindered his long, lonely trek
Prayed he each day with faith to reach all his goals!

As many did in truth point out his stinging defeats
He begged pardon, crying his heart did remain true.
Only after helping others in their successful feats
Could his heart and soul celebrate with all of you!

Shining inner spirit, resting most secure in his mind
Watching as his last candle flickered and burned out.
Forever praying that deep love and faith all may find
Lights flashing, he flew away at the first angel's shout!


For 12th Contest, Sponsored by Silent One "Response To Your First Poem"

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Prayer for Faith-Miltonic Sonnet

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

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014