Prayer Lay Poems
These Prayer Lay poems are examples of Lay poems about Prayer. These are the best examples of Lay Prayer poems written by international poets.
You didn't sin
faith, forgiveness, god, holiday,
The word for 'sin' in Hebrew's 'chayt'*
The dictionary says, but wait --
It really doesn't mean 'to sin'
That meaning is a bit of spin....
'Chayt' really means...
jewish, night, prayer,
His days were hard, his nights were long
The Psalmist woke, six hours 'fore dawn
Awakened by a breeze so slight
His chamber still bereft of light
NOW I LAY ME
lay, 7th grade, africa, angst,
Now I lay me down to sleep
In my home that's really sweet
Had three large meals and a snack
There wasn't a hint of any lack
lay, child, family, father son,
In ten years maybe
If God will grant my own wish
I'll be seeing you
In ten years maybe
If it's still meant to happen
I'll have you, my child...
God Gave Me You You Lay Dormant
lay, absence, appreciation, blessing, celebration,
As I awaken you lay dormant beside me
God gave me you your beautiful
Before breakfast a short prayer
And a minimum three chapter bible reading
God gave me...
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anti bullying, courage, dedication,
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Born in 1868, Alexei Maximovich PESHKOV, better known as MAXIM GORKY and hailed as the...
Lay Me Down
lay, abuse, dark, grief,
Crystal eyes that reflect but never see
Heart of glass, warm but frozen still
Unspoken cries of a child unseen
Taken hostage by an iron will
Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
lay, dream, god, life, prayer,
Everyday, to God I pray
For answers to Life's enigmas
Patience lays in wait to stay-
To cleanse our Social Stigmas
We pass the time in our idle Dreams:
Poem for Lady
adventure, love, romancetime, prayer,
In the castle of her longings
She awaits the drawbridgr lowering
In her piled days many endings
Times anxiety behind her panting
She awaits the coming of her love
imaginationold, body, me, old,
Oh, does the night come some quickly, creeping
into my room unannounced just as I raise my
head from saying my nightly prayer. As I...
pray for me
sympathy, me, prayer, me,
have no sypamthy
or pity for my actions
but pray for me
in ones life there
for me to stand here...
I am the root.
I am the green fuse.
I am the stem, the bud,
the dry twig,
and the stealthy footstep
that snaps it in the night.