Him Prayer Poems | Examples
These Him Prayer poems are examples of Prayer poems about Him. These are the best examples of Prayer Him poems written by international poets.
To deepen the secret of God,
every instrument aches, every string complains.
My sound has long suffered,
yearning to dissolve into Him —
yet no single note was ever enough to contain His name.
Still, in the listening,
still, in the playing of our fragile melody,
I pray the silence between us
is what ordains us.
"With you is the sorce of life"
The sky, the land, the sea
The wind, the rain, the sun
The very breath in me.
I once asked the question,
Why you yourself did not descend...
If you were to die
The universe would end!
Once you raised your Son from death
You gave him immortality.
You planned to grant him kingship
For all eternity.
Although his rulership began
In the year 1914,
The physical evidence of his reign
Is still in future to be seen.
Like you, this kind and caring king
Rules from the realms above.
In harmony with your will
He governs your earth with love.
His heart will glow, his eyes will shine
As he reverses the effects of sin,
While he brings to full fruition
The vision you saw to begin.
This mighty king Christ Jesus
Will soon bring wars to an end.
He won't be a distant entity
But forever our close friend.
(Psalm 36:9, Romans 6:9, Psalm 46:9)
Nonsectarian
(for Charlie)
A friend asked me recently if I’m still a Buddhist
And I replied no
Without telling him I’m beyond labels.
To me Buddhism and Christianity are no different
In being just different expressions of dharma,
Dharma being Sanskrit for truth.
Today I heard a Buddhist prayer
Of wishing to become the kind of being
Who makes everyone happy to just see.
And I laughed out loud
And thought, “Hell yeah!”
I want to be that kind of person.
And not to just make them happy,
But to laugh, and play, relax and
Loosen the chains
That bind their heart.
I know I’m not that person today,
But I thought of someone who was,
And how all over the world
Those chains are now loosening
And people are feeling strong and free
Even as they cry in grief.
(9/13/25)
So sorry Charlie, that your gone, my heart tells me you are even stronger now, like the force of light you are shining bright in our heart and mind.
That you are now part of the bigger force of God, that moves all around like the sun and moon.
That your life was so well done, that God chose you to come home, he put his arms around you and said Well done Charlie.
Your life was so amazing, you inspired so many for God, you gave love and kindness to all.
We love and miss you so much, we are praying for all your loved ones.
I am remembering Jesus’s life and how short it was, yet today we remember him so well, like Jesus we will never forget you, we will honor all of your life’s works.
Many hated Jesus and killed him, but he lives on, making a path for all of us to follow home. Charlie you did the same, you light a path that is so bright all the world can see the light.
Death is not the end, as Jesus told us, it is only the beginning of our true life. Charlie you light a path for all the world, and today and forever we will hold all your words close to our heart.
Lifting Prayers to God, today and always.
To the till, oh you people!
That your barns may be filled with staple
To keep our ever-dynamic world growing
We must roll up our sleeves and set our hands to sowing
"Ask not what your country can do for you, But what you can do for your country,"
This charge from the great Kennedy
We must our consciousness renew
Heed the call for duty and creative breakthrough
And at the end of each work day
With gratitude to God our Creator we pray
Thanking Him for the progress and lessons made
That on the morrow, at the till, we’ll be wiser and on course to be paid!
As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
Isaiah 55 vs 8
"My thoughts are higher than your thoughts, says Father"
I come to the waters, an empty mind.
Fill this vessel of your needy daughter.
A new way of thinking, I shall find.
In the beginning, God framed the universe
with infinity beyond human thought.
"Come to the waters all of you who thirst."
The Father's wisdom abounds to be taught.
I cannot dare compare my thoughts with Him,
the omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient.
The waters are a cleansing release from sin.
Yet, Father is that atonement sufficient?
Come to the waters and listen to their song.
Close your eyes, hear the force of the tides.
Riding on the waters, are voices of a storm.
We understand as the Father confides.
No sound from busy traffic,
No sound from planes above,
No sound of human voices
Not even cooing doves.
Such silence gives me time to think
To wonder why I’m here
What purpose is my life today?
Uncertainty breeds fear.
I look up high and think of God
His word tells me he rules,
He sent his Son to sort us out.
We don’t need clever tools.
So come to Jesus Christ alone
He can forgive our sins
He died and rose to life again
In silence, come to him.
When He comes in the room, Heaven starts to move,
He is right there with you; His presence will soothe.
Let Him surprise you - He knows what to do,
Unfolding His purpose, His plans just for you.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, liberty reigns,
Breaking all shackles, releasing all chains.
Exalt Him, for He longs to be
All that we hope for - our true I AM.
There is a new oil, rising from the deep,
Stirring the ground from its ancient sleep.
They that wait on the Lord, their strength will renew,
They will soar like eagles in skies of blue.
Signs and wonders will follow belief,
Bringing the broken hearts sweet relief.
Be the vessel He is shaping with grace,
And carry His healing to every place.
Enter every door that opportunity brings,
Create new paths, let your spirit take wings.
When you can see it, you surely can be
Bold and victorious, joyful and free.
My son lies teetering
On the edge of the abyss
And tears rivulet.
God, I beg you, please.
End this suffering, I beg,
I die as he breathes.
I love him, dammit,
But if he suffers for me,
I'm a poor father.
So decide. Heal him
Or quiet his pain. Mercy,
I beg of you, God.
Was not once enough?
I yield. Take my dreams, my love,
But please, spare my son.
Your house is great, God.
Let him know true love, mercy,
Kindness. Take him home.
Else heal him, Father,
He is too weak, as am I,
He should not suffer.
Not like this limbo,
Do not purgate him alive
But heal, or relieve.
Take my every tear
as payment. Soften your heart.
Miracle child mine.
My prayers rise before God like sweet incense.
Before him all my facades fall away.
I am left standing without a pretense
And I am left with not a word to say.
His glory once again fills his temple
And all the things of this world become dim.
Before his great holiness I tremble
And all I can see are visions of him.
Seek – the love, the grace, the flow
Miracles sought by the heart, the soul
those who know He is the music
that plays light into the ones who know
life isn’t lived until it is lived for Him,
this Jesus who stirs my spirit to believe
He is love, grace, the unending flow ~
Living water – so I’ll thirst no more.
No! I’ll never thirst again –
He is the One who sent His friend
The Holy Spirit convicts, convinces, comforts
So I’m always prepared for this battle of wills…
Thy will be done! I’ll say it again – “THY WILL BE DONE”
Amen!
It doesn't matter how I pray.
Don't need any fancy words to say.
God already knows what's in our heart.
All you and I need to do is start.
I tell Him how I really feel.
Or what part of my body that I need healed.
I ask forgiveness for things I've done wrong.
The Sins in my life that do not belong.
When I do not know what to say.
I say what I'm thinking anyway.
Even times I do not have a clue.
God knows it all, He created you.
Sometimes I'll read a Psalm and will say.
"God please help me in this very same way!"
As for any Church that charges for Prayer.
For me it's a red flag that saying "BEWARE!"
Jesus never once said "compensate Me!"
He healed and preached. He did it for free.
In 2 Corinthians 9 they were "ASKED" to give.
So that poor church members had a means to live.
Don't trust everything the modern Church may say.
Pray and ask God to show you the true way!
He doesn't answer when I scream
Into the dark, into my pillow,
Into the hollow between breaths
Where prayers rot.
Everyone says He listens.
But maybe He doesn't listen to girls like me.
Maybe I'm the mistake in the plan.
The broken thread. The shadow on the altar.
They told me He loves the brokenhearted,
But He watched when it happened,
He watched, and He did nothing.
I try to go back,
To fold my hands like they taught us in Sunday school,
To whisper His name like it still means something.
But it burns my throat,
Like a lie I never asked to carry.
They say He sees everything.
So He saw me.
He saw what he did—
The way I floated out of my body,
Counting rocks to stay
Anywhere but there.
Did He turn away?
Or was He watching with His holy eye,
Weighing my worth in silence,
And finding me too small to save?
Sometimes I wonder if He hates me.
If I'm the lesson in someone else's sermon.
The warning story for girls
Who don't pray hard enough.
I still wear the cross.
Not because I trust Him.
Because I'm afraid of what He could do
If I take it off.
Or maybe because I'm hoping,
Somehow, He'll notice me again
And feel something.
Anything.
breath by breath with God connected
is the hope that springs in our heart
that bliss pulsations detected
our true life journey can then start
having renounced desires we are
breath by breath with God connected
for though we had drifted afar
we’re always by Him protected
in our heart’s cave we’ve detected,
His presence as bliss magnetism
breath by breath with God connected
we’ve gone beyond every known ism
single pointed is our focus
our earnest prayers perfected
as we sail along love’s locus
breath by breath with God connected
( In collaboration with ChatGPT (OpenAI’s conversational language model)
I told Him once,
my favorite sat under halogen moons-
White Cadillac parked at the edge of night.
It looked different— special in some way— and my first impression was right.
A Race-Car in preacher’s robes!
Specs in the window read like scripture:
horsepower, torque,
zero to rapture in under five!
Price tag: $100,000.
But what’s that to The Divine?
I made a promise,
if I ever received it—
I’d "Open-It-Up"
only where the road runs true
and only at 3:00 a.m.
when the world sleeps
and there's no one to hurt but me
because I Love To Fly but
I love folks more.
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