Best Religionprayer Poems
There is a spirit that watches over you
In the daylight hours, and nightime too.
You may not think that they are there
But there is a way to make you aware.
I learned the name of my angel a long time ago
Because I was interested and I wanted to know.
His name is "Maximus" and is with me here
To learn of his presence once made me fear.
Because what you do is watched all the day
The angel keeps tabs, God finds out that way.
I guess you think I'm being naive
Trust your faith, if you believe.
If you want to know your angel's name
There is a way to find out which is no game.
Say a prayer for three days in a row
And after each time ask him to reveal his name to you.
If you believe in him he will tell you true
If not, he may be silent to you.
I know of others who have tried this I can say
Some, have learned the names of their angels this way.
When you pray for their name do not think it absurd
Some, I know, will hear that singular word.
It won't come as a shout from heaven on high
But rather as a whisper, when your angel is nigh.
These spiritual beings are here for us all
Sometimes they wait just to here us call.
And when you do wouldn't if be grand
If you knew the spirit's name...who behind you stands!
Try it and see if you think I'm fooling around
Be honest with yourself with both feet on the ground.
As someday that spiritual angel you will greet
Wouldn't it be nice to be on a "first name" basis when you meet?
And if you try but do not hear their name
Keep on trying because your conviction was lame.
I know many will think I'm crazy with this
But knowing my angel's name has brought comfort and bliss.
So try it yourself and see if in kind
If your angel will speak to you...they really don't mind.
Because then a dialogue with them you can share,
Even if they never speak again, you'll know...they're there.
We have all been broken and fallen
Twisted by sin in that way. Our first
Instincts are often negative, that causes
Us to say, and do wrong things day by day.
When we follow our old ways it last only
A while, and gratifies the flesh just the same.
But when we allow Him who came and die in our
Place, to do what we can’t through his grace.
Born broken and fallen is not an excuse, and no
We don’t have to stay that way. His ways are perfect
He sees and knows our flaws. He’s only a prayer away
All said and done in His name is for a worthy cause.
If there´s ever been one there´s been two
Because one cannot have that view
The water still falls
When eyes lose control
And the sun always slips out of view
If there´s ever been one there´s been two
A roman a catholic a jew
A pungent romance
A muslims ignorance
A nazis romance, their beautifull dance
The sun always slips out of view
If there is only one that is true
Then the reason remains askew
If his only dance
Is placing the lance
And hoping to make his way through
Then a laugh is a cry
A gleefull reprise
An escape from the fortune
Contemplated abortion
A hope that the sun shines out of view
When the one and the one are now two
The reasons that pushed, pull them through
the sun opens its eyes
looks for truth it despised
And searches for the sky it once knew
It only takes one to make two
A wing, a prayer and a shoe
A beautifull emblem
A time for remembrance
What it takes to kill one it takes two
I pray for peace around the world
Each day on bended knee
So why does such a prayer of peace
Go unanswered, answer me
Its not that God doesn’t hear the prayer
He wants the same you see
God prays for peace around the world
Each day on bended knee
But his prayers remain unanswered
For mankind is deafened to his plea
I am an addict for truth
I am an addict for God
I am an addict for the oppressed
I am an addict for the misunderstood
I am an addict for those who do things annomously
I am an addict for justice
I am an addict for change
I am an addict for hope
I am an addict for love, peace, and humbleness
I am an addict for prayer and silence
I am an addict for listening
I am an addict for thinking
I am an addict for growth
I am an addict for believing
I am an addict for optimism
I am an addict of compassion
I am an addict for creativity
I am an addict for possibilities
I am an addict for new approaches and methods
I am an addict for planning
I am an addict for stillness
I am an addict for motion
I am an addict for self control
I am an addict for being honest
I am an addict for taking changes
I am an addict for moving forward
I am an addict for thankfulness
I am an addict for good books and great music
I am an addict for praise
I am an addict for blessings and forgiveness
I am an addict for being there for others
I am an addict for selflessness
I am an addict for new birth
I am an addict for converting
I am an addict for complementing
I am an addict for learning
I am an addict for liberating
I am an addict for freeing
I am an addict for letting go
I am an addict for nonjudgementalness
I am an addict for life, love, and being
There’s no hope for humanity
A half-wit would think otherwise.
Collective Christianity
With its many brethren allies
Have failed its purpose for Christ’s sake!
With their arsenal of prayer beads,
Missals and psalms- they are opaque
Tools employed that never succeeds
In changing the nature of Man:
He is still greedy and hostile
Unchanged since first set foot on land
They’re members of this rank and file:
A congregate hypocrisy
Only the enlightened can see.
Women of prayer persevere
because of their love for God,
despite diabolic individuals
and their acts that are no good,
Their faith in the Amighty helps them to
to trample and conquer iniquity,
even when folks try to hide their enmity,
Women of prayer try to rise above the ashes and debris
that others have laid in their path, knowing that God
will vindicate their lives, and subject evil doers to his wrath.
St. Therese knows the time is near.
She hears my half-flung prayer for you
as you leave for the day. The house
feels worried, cabinets quivering and faucets wailing.
I sit at the kitchen table and open my palm
where I keep my pieces of you --
your mother's pearls, your sister's smile,
and the curve of your jaw in the dark.
St. Therese reaches one hand to me
and we meet as absent sisters.
Our joined hands become an open coffin
and St. Therese expires
as steam on a winter night.
Suddenly alone at our table, I sprout leaves
among our dirty dishes and you
stride back through the empty doorway.
We kneel before the bed
and three sets of lips move in unison.
yeah,i've been down in the bottom of the valley
down in the depths of darkness in the devils dirtiest alleys
i've seen demons rally while destroying our dreams
i've heard sad ones cry and frightened ones scream
yeah,i've been down in the bottom of the valley...
down in the valley of fortified fears,endless tears,wicked cheers,and wasted years
i've been stalked by scarecrows of hate and shadows of death...
every moment of madness slowly stealing my breath
yeah,i've been down in the bottom of the valley and i don't wanna go back
evil ones attack, still i stay on Gods lighted and narrow path
on a wing and a prayer i climb those steep long stairs while the wicked bring wrath
i've been down in the bottom of the valley...
now there's no turning back
no more twisting and turning bending and burning
i'm gonna look,i'm gonna listen,and i'm always learning
eternal prize in the sky my heart keeps yearning
the valley is behind me
the cross is now before me
no weapon formed against me can ever destroy me
because i live in the lights on those heavenly heights
yeah,i've been down in the bottom of the valley...
and that's the end of that night
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Allah deserves their prayer
And whom they pray to besides Allah
Give them no answer.
They are like the one who stretches forth
Two hands towards water
Thinking it may reach the mouth
But it’s a mere madness
And prayer of the unbelievers is fruitless.
Trees
Some trees are twisted, some wind blown
Tied in knots, grown in stone
Some mere limbs without a leaf
Some majestic beyond belief
Some are grown on mountain tops
Some trees grow amidst our crops
Some are dainty little things
Some are massive, count their rings
Some are covered green with moss
Some so crowded you’ll get lost
Some trees guard a desert plain
Some trees line a Lovers Lane
Some of them are rife with fruit
Some of them just massive root
Some of them are naught but trunk
Some smell sweet, some smell skunk
Some trees give off festive hues
Some trees just obstruct our views
Some trees shelter countless lives
Some trees are well worth the drives
Some trees limbs bow down to earth
Some trees soar for all their worth
Some give shelter, some give shade
All the trees our good God made
And best of all if you ask me
Is God’s gift of my family tree
If you like me applaud God’s gift
Perhaps a prayer you should uplift
For every trunk and every limb
Would be for naught if not for Him