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Prayers and poems
Name Game Hidden Potential Something will happen The Clasping of God Fulfil thy Will A prayer for my thoughts
Name Game
Gen.12:1-4 Faithfully followed _____________ Jonah 3:1-3 Ended up swallowed _____________ Ex. 4:10 Poor speaker _____________ Judges 6:36-40 Proof seeker _____________ Mk. 1:16-17 Fishers of men _____________ Jn. 20:28 Believer again _____________ Lk. 2:5-6 Son bearer _____________ Acts 9:18-19 Gospel sharer _____________ Common to all They answered His call.
Hidden Potential
I pick my way through autumn leaves Carpeting the street, As conkers with their prickly burrs Come plopping at my feet. Dropping with a sudden thud Their shells split open wide, Revealing satin linings And chestnut sheen inside. Gazing at these glossy spheres Projecting what I see, I stoop and hold within my had Potential for a tree. Kathleen Gillum
Something will happen
When life is in ruins and prayer seems in vain, When fate deals a blow that you cannot explain, When things look their worst And no gold gilds the grey Something will happen, God works in this way:
Something will happen – Invisible hands move in the silence And do His commands. Thus prayers are answered Though dark is the day – Something will happen If trusting, you pray.
Do not lose faith, when the big moments come, Tho, ‘neath the blow you are broken and dumb – God intervenes when the last hope is gone = Something will happen – Be brave and hold on. Anon
The Clasping of God
May the Father everlasting Himself take you, round you casting His own gen’rous arm engrasping, His own gen’rous hand enclasping. A Poem of the Western Highlanders
Fulfil thy Will
O Lord, fulfil thy Will Be the days few or many, good or ill: Prolong them, to suffice For offering up ourselves thy sacrifice; Shorten them if thou wilt, To make in righteousness an end of guilt, Yea, they will not be long To souls who learn to sing a patient song: Yea, short they will not be To souls on tiptoe to flee home to thee. O Lord, fulfil thy Will: Make thy Will ours, and keep us patient still Be the days few or many, good or ill. Christina Rossetti
A prayer for my thoughts
God help my thoughts! They stray from me, setting off on the wildest journeys. When I am in church, they run off like naughty children, quarrelling, making trouble. When I read the Bible, they fly to a distant city, filled with beautiful women. My thoughts can cross an ocean in a single leap; they can fly from earth to heaven, and back again, in a single second. They come to me for a fleeting moment, and then away they flee. No chains, no locks can hold them back; no threats of punishment can restrain them, no hiss of a lash can frighten them. They slip from my grasp like tails of eels; they swoop hither and thither like swallows in flight. Dear, chaste Christ, who can see into every heart and read every mind, take hold of my thoughts. Bring my thoughts back to me, and clasp me to yourself. A Celtic Prayer
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