Poems and Prayers

From the Darkness

                                                O gentle Christ, ever thanks to thee,
                                                That thou from the dark hast raised me free
                                                And from the coldness of last night's space
                                                To the gentle light of this day's grace.

                                                O God of all creatures, praise to thee
                                                As to each life thou hast poured on me,
                                                My wish, my word, my sense, my man praise,
                                                My thought, my deed, my fame, and my ways.

                                                From Poems of the Western Highlanders

The Guarding of the God of Life

                                                The God of life with guarding hold you,
                                                The loving Christ with guarding fold you,
                                                The Holy Spirit, guarding, mould you,
                                                Each night of life to aid, enfold you
                                                Each day and night of life uphold you.

                                                From Poems of the Western Highlanders

Our Friend

                                                You're the Alpha and Omega
                                                The beginning and the end.
                                                The God in whom we place our trust
                                                And utterly depend.
                                                You're the One who's all forgiving
                                                And kind and just and true,
                                                So merciful and powerful –
                                                Who can compare with You?

                                                You are mighty and majestic
                                                Yet gentle as a dove,
                                                Delighting in Your children
                                                Enfolding us in love.
                                                Compassionate and full of grace
                                                And faithful to the end,
                                                We come with hearts of joy to serve
                                                Our Saviour and our Friend.

                                                By Kathleen Gillum

Autumn Song

                                                October is a piper,
                                                Piping down the dell –
                                                Sad sweet songs of sunshine –
                                                Summer's last farewell,
                                                He pipes till grey November
                                                Comes in the mist and rain,
                                                And then he puts his pipe away
                                                Till Autumn comes again.

                                                By Margaret Rose

How can I endure?

Lord, how can I endure this life of sorrow, unless you strengthen me with your mercy and grace?  Do not turn your face from me.  Do not withdraw your consolation from me, lest my soul becomes like a waterless desert.  Teach me, O Lord, to do your will, and to live humbly.  You alone know me perfectly, seeing into my soul.  You alone can give lasting peace and joy.

A Prayer of Thomas a Kempis (1380 – 1471)

My heart

                                                My heart, my heart desires Him,
                                                My heart, my heart, desires Him.
                                                He's touched something inside of me
                                                That's now reaching out for Him,
                                                And I know that I must go.  

                                                A Prayer of John Skinner

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