Poems and Prayers for August
Asking
Lord
Sure future
Sing hosanna!
Shady Woods
Heavenly Love and Affection
In Thee
Things Lovely
Asking
I never go forth to meet a new day
Without asking God as I kneel down to pray
To give me the strength and courage to be
As patient with others as He is with me!
Anonymous
Lord
Help me to live this day
Quietly, easily,
To lean on thy great strength
Trustfully, restfully,
To await the unfolding of Thy will
Patiently, joyously,
To face tomorrow
Confidently, courageously.
St Francis of Assisi
Sure future
God is in every tomorrow,
Therefore I live for today,
Certain of finding at sunrise
Guidance and strength for the way;
Power for each moment of weakness,
Hope for each moment of pain,
Comfort for every sorrow,
Sunshine and joy after rain.
Anonymous
Sing hosanna!
Some people don't feel they can sing loudly in church, as they find keeping in tune difficult (if not impossible). This poem is dedicated to them.
Praise the Lord in merry song,
Praise him, praise him all day long.
But what of me? I cannot sing –
I have no melody to bring.
But in the Bible, joy of joys,
The Lord says: “Make a joyful noise!”
Anonymous
Shady Woods
When the sun is shining overhead
'Tis nice to make a leafy bed
Deep in the shady wood;
To lie and gaze towards the sky
Peeping through the leaves on high,
Above the shady wood
E M Adams
Heavenly Love and Affection
Heavenly love and affection to you,
The saintly love and affection imbue,
The angels' love and affection as dew,
The love and affection of the sun,
The love and affection of moonbeam spun,
Be to you in your lives each day and night,
To keep you from harm, oppression and spite,
Of from them that harm, that oppress, that spite.
From Poems of the Western Highlanders
In Thee
May everything in this my being be directed to Thy glory
And may I never despair.
For I am under Thy hand,
And in Thee is all power and goodness.
Dag Hammarskjold
Things Lovely
Have you ever wondered at
The beauty of a tree?
The tiny velvet rosebud,
The humming fluffy bee?
Furry fledglings in the nest,
The daisies small and shy,
A tinted sunset in the west,
A dainty butterfly.
A slender blade of grass so green -
It is not much you say.
But it was made by hand Unseen;
Could man make that today?
Kathleen Gillum
