Best Supplication Poems
I was remembering a supplication
Of praising the supreme
Of asking strength to distance me
Further from the sin
Like the distance between sunrise and sunset.
I was remembering a supplication
Of a serene mind
Free of anxiety and depression
Free from stress and pain
Like the distance between heaven and hell
I was not sure, I only saw a shadow
A shadow like my mother, I thought.
I still am not sure.
Sing we now our adoration,
sing we now our hymn of praise,
for thy name is our salvation,
and a fount of life always.
God, our Father, high in heaven,
hallowed be thy holy name.
We confess we've grieved thy Spirit,
cast our sins into the sea,
purify us, cleanse our hearts,
that we may be restored to thee.
May thy kingdom come, thy will
be done on earth as done in heav’n.
All the words of every language
never could begin to tell
all the joy of our thanksgiving
for thy gift; Immanuel.
Give us daily bread, forgive
our debts, and lead us far from sin.
O what comfort, Lord, what joy
to cast our cares into thy hand!
Hear our prayer and supplication,
that thy grace would heal this land.
For the kingdom, power, glory
are forever thine, amen.
Trees lift barren limbs
As if in supplication
Pray for Spring's return
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 in Raul Moreno's Tranquility Contest
April 7 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 33-36
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 33:13 And prayed unto him: and he was intreated of him, and heard his supplication, and brought him again to Jerusalem into his kingdom. Then Manasseh knew that the LORD he was God.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR HEARING MY SUPPLICATION
Thank You for hearing my supplication-entreaty
Whenever I humble myself before You in my infirmity
Truly repentant with utmost sincerity
Surely seeking Your forgiveness-security.
Thank You for hearing my supplication-request
Whenever I yield myself to You to be heavenly blest
Truly eager to please You in my divine quest
Surely enjoying Your precious gifts, always best.
Thank You for hearing my supplication-plight
Whenever I submit myself to You along bliss-delight
Truly thankful that You grant my heart’s delight
Surely trusting Your heart from selfishness’ flight.
Thank You for hearing my supplication-lamentation
Whenever I offer myself to You, devoid of shallow consecration
Truly diligent in overcoming worldliness’ temptation
Surely depending on You for my maturity’s fruition.
Thank You for hearing my supplication-earnestness
Whenever I surrender myself to You with faith’s fullness
Truly expectant for Your answer of graciousness
Surely waiting for Your favour’s goodness.
Thank You for hearing my supplication-prayer
Whenever I entrust myself to You midst doubt-slayer
Truly joyful by Your Word that’s wisdom-sayer
Surely needing Your presence against soul-destroyer.
April 7, 2022
for the umpteenth time I seek your grace
since that day you saved my soul
i apologise for the years of silence
it was inevitable-patients came in droves
i never pray for a mortal''s harm
though i need scores more patients
not for my purse to swell and explode
but for practice to improve my skills
why should i behold a jury's sneer
or be intimidated by outrageous wigs
or part with my labour's wages
for ungrateful patients with vengeful souls
deliver them from ignorance
who subject drugs to cruel abuse
but let them learn with slight infirmities
so they will surely come to me
help my flustred ribs to see
that i loathe treading in sacred groves
but it is a necessary and inevitable pleasure
that rescues many a patient from that endless abyss
Lord i swear i am your faithful son
church is great, but it clashes with call
tithe will come after a new car
and Lord, a poor patient refuses to pay
Demeter, how we’ve modified your corn!
You wouldn’t even know it from your day.
I pray for us that we’ve not earned your scorn,
and for our hubris you won’t make us pay.
Like Hades, acting from unfruitful greed,
we’ve seized your gifts and bent them to our will.
You taught us agriculture – growing seed,
not splicing genes to make crops versatile.
Persephone’s abduction made you mourn
at Earth’s expense until she was returned.
All life stood still in a landscape forlorn.
It is a lesson that we should have learned.
Not even Hades nor the Furies hath
such dogged vengeance and outrageous wrath.
I do not like how bed bugs prey
They feast upon us night and day
Praise God be kind
Grant peace of mind
And blow those blood-suckers away!
My loving and gracious Father,
I praise Your Holy Name and give thanks
for Your tender care in times of distress.
With sickness and hostility all around,
You've kept me safe from all harm,
so through the meditation of my heart,
grateful thoughts I ponder each day.
May I always be pleasing to you, Lord,
and under Your protection may I remain.
When worries become a weighty burden
and I lie awake, restless in the night,
prayers draw me much closer to You,
knowing Your love will keep me safe.
May my heart always be filled with truth
and wisdom from above to do Your will.
May my voice praise You in joyful song,
honoring Your name, as it justly deserves.
Lord, Your compassion is overwhelming,
for a sinner like me to expect to receive.
How unworthy of Your kindness am I.
The breath of life in me, You have instilled
so before You I kneel in solemn prayer.
With humility I offer this supplication;
for whatever in me is chaste and true ~
for whatever virtue You see in my heart ~
Father, please continue to shelter me
as I walk with You each day, hand in hand.
Amen
November 23, 2021
Thanksgiving Blessings Contest by Gina McIntosh
I'm here looking at the sky,
cultivating the sun on my skin...
in inspiration
asking for rain,
waiting with faith,
the rain falls...!
If the rain comes,
I want to soak
along with the drying of the ground...
If the rain comes,
if i receive such a blessing,
so much consideration...
Here I will stay
here I will plant
my generation...
One morn I went to a Temple
My Lord God to pray,
I rang and rang the hanging bell
Our world to be happy and gay!
To a Mosque I went one day,
Sat and prayed 'fore my Master:
In our hearts ever stay
And make us all human better!
Once I went to a Church too
With God in close touch to feel,
I prayed with a heart true
For all the poor a daily meal!
And today a Gurudwara I visited
To worship my holy God,
Joining my palms I humbly prayed
To cast evil 'th His divine rod!
Tear me down and rip me up
throw the carpets out
all my wires and plugs disrupt
scrAPE AND clean the grout
wrecking ball ,imploding
brains
drano down in all the drains
bleach my soul of all the stains
cleanse my heart of doubt.
An unsupplied Nigerian family,
Often cited in advisory homily
And likened to the ones in Galilee,
Though unable to mark its Golden Jubilee,
To God began a supplication,
Veritably a formal letter application
For an easier catching of Daily Bread
That often made it see red:
The 2024 African Cup
For Nigerian Hands to lift up…
Now and again, Ear-Splitting Amen
But mostly by its men:
One of them writer of leaflet
Hoping to jump to a pamphlet
His own ‘Amen’ a much powerful belief
In its sure wonderful relief…
And for being The often intensive,
Always to A Devil The Subversive:
Its hour a thing far-off ears could predict,
An hour that could never them contradict…
A Nigerian family
With its goat lost, A Billy
Might still weep after a homily.
To which The Best was a simile.
People hurt the heart in Thy world
As they know utmost it bleedeth
Ways of desert all are blood curled
Lonesome lass Thy hand there needth
Lord my Lord! Come once from skies
Lips are freezing by Death ice
And I know all know I breezes
How do play thou, play with candles
Shivering flames their blood squeezes
How their tearful eyes all handle?
Mournful mournful moths are flying
Kiss they light and fell they dying
Hand Divinist thou art writing
Tearful tales on thy book pages
Stars at night thy sky all lighting
Meanwhile I free birds from cages
Flames are flickering, blooms are sighing
Moonlit nights are worth for dying
P-ray to the Lord God,
A-sk for grace three times a day,
B-e faithful to Him.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
For what would one ask and even beg in doing so
Earnestly doing tasks as it's meekly one should sow
For what does one cry out and ask the Lord above
In this sea of doubt I ask Him only for His Love
For His Love is not owed nor should it be expected
With the seeds sowed obviously God was neglected
But when crisis calls all the hands go up in the air
When man falls, of God he acts as if he's unaware
But what if you made some preparations ahead
Avoiding this cliff by listening to what He Said
Today the path is wide to enter the gates of hell
To repent and abide, today that's a very hard sell
So in His Spirit I pray for all those on that path
I wouldn't get near it but you doubt God's Wrath
As I and you, it is real, Our Lady of Fatima said
Despite how many may feel hell exist for the dead
Our Lady of Fatima