Students Prayer Poems | Examples
These Students Prayer poems are examples of Prayer poems about Students. These are the best examples of Prayer Students poems written by international poets.
~~~Happy Passover to All Jewish Poets~~~~
This Passover, recalls the Exodus!
Let us never forget all those innocent i, 200
lives taken, on October 7th, 2023.
Pray for all Jewish students in all universities as
they try to learn under hatred from ruthless groups,
who are nothing more than antisemites.
Pray for Israel and all the young IDF men and women,
fighting to protect Israel, given to the Jews by God.
Pray for the hostages taken fom their homes and
who are imprisoned for five full months.
As you say, “Next Year in Jerusalem!”
~Chag Pesach sameach~
Bas Noach,
Panagiota and Family
From the heart, words pour out
Silent thoughts – prayers – memories
Endless doubts and insecurities
Blessings loud and sorrows in clouds
Melancholic verbs, imaginations
Heard by the voice of thunder, the light
Raining down in sighs, miserable cries
From the soul, words I do not know
Whispers of hope – laughter – wonder
Dreams within my deepest ponderings
Muse alive, a fire – desire – hunger
Burning away the hurt, the darkness, worry
Smothering out the doubt, so loud
From the spirit, words read by moving lips
Students of yearning, graceful with their harmony
Glowing in hues of radiant animation, kindness
Flowing from their answers, their stanzas
About life, love, freedom and the fanciful lives
Those who know it is love that decides –
Just which poem is inscribed by the starlight
October 9, 2022
We lift up our eyes to the One whose throne is in heaven,
the eyes of servants looking to the face of their Master.
Eyes searching for our Creator
Who uncovers his mercy and might.
We lift up our ears to the One whose home is within us,
the ears of students listening for a call from their Teacher.
Ears straining to hear the voice of the Spirit
Who promises us help and hope.
We lift up our souls to the One Who forgives and heals,
the souls of sinners begging for a Physician.
Souls shifting from doubt to trust in Jesus
Who reveals light and life.
We lift up our hands to the One whose hands were pierced,
the hands of surrender raising to honor the Victor.
Hands stretching up to The Lord in commitment to Christ
Who gives us peace and purpose.
We lift up our voices to the One Who alone is worthy,
the voice of the saved praising their Savior.
Voices shouting, “Thank You!” to the Almighty One
Who welcomes us with grace and glory.
September 11, 2019
Contest: Write a Psalm
Hostess: Regina Riddle
I
Midterm exams are here, and I want to pause
O no, can't do that, unless I pause to pray
They are young and retired folks, too, studying
Various courses, to brighten the way
And lighten the load of far too few bosses hiring
Folks for long-term positions, or jobs with dignity ...
So, I must intercede with the Lord for those studying
II
They have much to overcome, too much on their plates
I do not test too often, but one good midterm reveals
To me if these candidates will exert, will seek grades
Better than the first test or two: that is all I need revealed
So I may write recommendations with a clear conscience
He or she is a fine person, willing to try, to improve
Education is such a catch 22: big promises, big profits
For the book companies, testing industry, Blackboard
And its competitors. (May I say, I hate all the multiple choice
options, that nit-pick through chapters). Catch a concept, my advice
What If We Had Prayer In Schools Today?
What if we had prayer in schools today?
And the students were allowed to pray?
What if the students read their Bible in class?
Perhaps they’d have a foundation that would last!
What if the students, in the classrooms,
across this nation…
Knew that Jesus can make them a NEW creation!
Isn’t it about time that we invite
God into our schools?
Instead of living by our own set of rules?
Isn’t it about time that we confess our wayward sins?
And allow God into our lives… Once again???
Isn’t it about time that we call on Jesus’ name?
Only he can remove all of our sin and shame!
Isn’t it about time that we think about our eternity?
And find true love and joy!
And a godly security!
Isn’t it about time that we get on our knees in prayer?
And talk to a loving God
who listens and cares?
The time for change, we need to understand!
We need a Godly revival across our land!
We need to listen and follow God’s instructions!
Or we’ll soon find our society’s destruction!
God is the only one that we can depend on!
His word is what our nation must stand on!
By Jim Pemberton
Loud Chants, rattling of Bells during
"Aarti" in Temple
"Azaan" in Mosque
"Mass" in Church
is heard by PEOPLE .....
But
also heard by
Sick, Elederly people
Students preparing for Exams
Cattles resting
Birds on way to Nest
And
also creates NOISE POLLUTION
But
GOD prefers listening Prayer in SILENCE
HE knows how not to DISTURB Others during Prayer (For HIM)
HE knows how not to POLLUTE Environment (own creation)
And
HE is waiting for us to UNDERSTAND.....
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"Aarti" "Azaan" "Mass" are way of Prayers by Hindus, Muslims & Christains
Calling on Karen:
Come to the water
In majesty after the fire;
Fourth degree flare refreshed a memory.
Undaunted hero of my heart inspired dreams of liberation.
Calling on Karen:
To console shattered lives at the edge of apathy.
Colored chalk of my soul crushed and crinkled,
Celebrating destiny drawn in Pentecostal praise, and peace.
Did you know hope was entrenched under truth?
Calling on Karen:
Your students hunger for the school of life.
Impart upon us your wisdom.
Impart upon us your optimism.
Impart upon us the best gift, the awakening.
Amen
*Note: Most of the words come from the title of one of Karen's poems.
Beneath the comforter curled, fetal, praying;
within the sacred orange of stucco robed walls,
students of Buddhism huddled kitten like laying;
while sound ricochets rattles down the red tile halls.
Liberty shakes the panes, lights the cobalt sky.
Sirens upon the rubble of imperial dreams, strew refuse, ply.
Primary colored prayer flags wave brazenly as the riots ooze.
Saffron incense mixes with the poison of citronella smoke loose.
The pallets pon planks shake novitiates like dies in a rattle.
Outside, down alleys, through flowered vines; Nepali’s battle.