Little Prayer Poems To Give you Strength To Face Another Day.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God By Martin Luther

A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper he, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r are great,
And arm'd with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth his name,
From age to age the same,
And he must win the battle.

And though this world, with demons fill'd,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure---
One little word shall fell him.

God's word above all earthly pow'rs,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also,
The body they may kill,
God's truth abideth still,
His kingtom is forever.

A Name In The Sand By Hannah Flagg Gould

Alone I walked the ocean strand;
A pearly shell was in my hand;
I stooped and wrote upon the sand
My name--the year--the day.
As onward from the spot I passed,
One lingering look behind I cast;
A wave came rolling high and fast.
And washed my lines away.

And so, methought, 'twill shortly be
With every mark on earth from me;
A wave of dark oblivion's sea
Will sweep across the place
Where I have trod the sandy shore
Of time, and been, to be no more,
Of me--my day--the name I bore,
To leave nor track nor trace.

And yet, with Him who counts the sands
And holds the waters in His hands,
I know a lasting record stands
Inscribed against my name,
Of all this mortal part has wrought,
Of all this thinking soul has thought,
And from these fleeting moments caught
For glory or for shame.

In the strength of the Lord let me labor and pray,
Let me watch as a winner of souls,
That bright stars may be mine in the glorious day
When His praise like the sea-billow rolls.

((((((((1oxbowgirl)))))))))

God bless you and be with you,
your words do sing His praise,
know He smiles upon you,
and holds you close always.

what you do here is Beautiful in the eyes of God and to us all that are blessed by this thread.

The Loom OF Time By Unknown

Man's life is laid in the loom of time
To a pattern he does not see,
While the weavers work and the shuttles fly
Till the dawn of eternity.

Some shuttles are filled with silver threads
And some with threads of gold,
While often but the darker hues
Are all that they may hold.

But the weaver watches with skillful eye
Each shuttle fly to and fro,
And sees the pattern so defty wrought
As the loom moves sure and slow.

God surely planned the pattern;
Each thread, the dark and fair,
Is chosen by His master skill
And placed in the web with care.

He only knows its beauty,
And guides the shuttles which hold
The threads so unattractive,
As well as the threads of gold.

Not till each loom is silent,
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God reveal the pattern
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads were as needful
In the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
For the pattern which He planned.

Cradle Hymn By Isaac Watts

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care, or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee.

Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.

See the kindly shepherds round him,
Telling wonders from the sky.
When they sought Him, there they found Him,
With his Virgin-Mother by.

See the lovely babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled.
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child.

Lo, He slumbers, in His manger,
Where the honest oxen fed;
---Peace, my darling ! here's no danger !
Here's no ox a-near thy bed.

Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days;
Then go dwell forever near Him,
See His face, and sing His praise.

I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.

O help us, Lord, to heed Your Word,
Its precepts to obey;
And give us strength to quench the urge
To do things our own way.

Lord, I would be to others
A cheering ray of light,
Inspiring them with courage
To climb some new-found height.

The Christian's hope is in the Lord,
We rest secure in His sure Word;
And though we're tempted to despair,
We do not doubt that God is there.

You are called with a holy calling
The light of the world to be,
To lift up the lamp of the Savior
That others His light may see.

To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail:
Unspeakable ! Divine !

Remind Me Dear Lord By Dottie Rambo

The things that I love and hold dear to my heart.
Are not borrowed, they're not mine at all.
Jesus, only let me use them to brighten my life.
So remind me, remind me, dear Lord.

Chorus:
Roll back the curtain of memory now and then;
Show me where you brought me from,
And where I could have been;
Remember I'm human and humans forget;
So remind me, remind me, dear Lord.

Nothing good have I done to deserve God's own Son.
I'm not worthy of the scars in His Hands.
Yet He chose the road to Calv'ry, to die in my stead;
Why He loved me, I can't understand.

Chorus:
Roll back the curtain of memory now and then;
Show me where I could have been;
Remember I'm human and humans forget;
So remind me, remind me, dear Lord.

I just discovered all your inspirations and want to say thank you They are lovely.

what's helped me the most (caused me to benifit)...is knowing that there is a God, also knowing "I'm not it " I may be the one in charge,I'm here to mind the store. Not the one who knows (whats going on for shore). I'm pretty glad that I don't bang my head no more, because I could'nt do his job my self-esteem was sore! Things work out much better when I live life this way, just doing what I'M supposed to do is enough for me today!

Thank you Froggie 2 & altonwoodsdrphil, for your enjoyment of the poems and adding one of your own. All poems that inspire us to feel better about our self's and our faith in God, are welcome here.

Lord, we praise You for Your displays of power in the
past and Your promises of victory in the future, for they replace our fear of the world with confidence in You.
Amen.

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.



When the sunshine of God's love meets the showers of our sorrow, the rainbow of promise appears.

I'm pressing on the upward way,
New heights I'm gaining every day--
Still praying as I'm onward bound,
"Lord, plant my feet on higher ground."

Lord, when I learn that someone is hurting,
Help me know what to do and to say;
Speak to my heart and give me compassion,
Let Your great love flow through me today.

Dear Lord, be merciful to me;
My sin has grieved Your heart;
And grant to me Your strength anew
To make a fresh, new start.

hey 1oxbowgirl... just wanted to say thanks for these... really uplifting

Blessed day to you as well

Whenever darkness grips your soul
And you are tempted to despair,
Remember Christ's unfailing love,
And trust His faithful, tender care.

Make me a blessing, make me a blessing.
Out of my life may Jesus shine;
Make me a blessing, O Savior, I pray,
Make me a blessing to someone today.

Thank you for your message nowheretorun. I am glad these poems and prayers help make your day a little brighter.

If anyone has a poem or prayer to add, please add them here.

This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.

When others help in time of need,
We then should let them know
How much their strength has meant to us;
To them our thanks we owe.