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

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(((((oxbowgirl))))) lovely and inspiring. thank you for this thread, i just love it.

CLIMB
by Helen Barker

When the mountains of life seem to high to climb,
And the rivers deep to wade,
And the valleys and trees crowd all of these
Till your courage seems to fade........
Then square your shoulders and look beyond,
Don't cry or fuss or pout,
Just move ahead with a smile instead,
And your road will even out.
For he who climbs with steady steps,
Though the pace he keeps be slow,
Will reach the top, though he may stop,
To restart from places below.
For when you quit along life's climb
Because the way grows steep,
You can never erase from your troubled face
The look of cruel defeat.
But if you get up and start climbing again,
Regardless how bitter the spill,
Soon you will find a determined mind
Can climb almost any hill.

MY NEEDS
by Johnielu Barber Bradford

Some days my needs are simple things......
A bird to cross my cloudless sky
And spread the color of his wings,
And leave a song as he goes by.

At other times I need a star......
One beam to pierce a long dark night;
Seems heaven's door is then ajar
And sending me a ray of light.

A silence often fills my need,
The silence of the falling snow,
A solitude, a book to read,
A time to learn things I should know.

Sometimes my need is daily bread......
Again my need is something more
For I could feast and be half fed
Had I no spiritual food in store.

Oh, I have many sundry needs......
A woodland trail, the sun, the sod,
The hills, the fields, and plants and seeds,
But always, always I need God.

MR COMMON SENSE

My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense, early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by until today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance.

For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.

Obituary Common Sense:

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
By Mr. Common Sense

LET YOUR MIND DWELL ON THESE EIGHT THINGS:

Whatever is true.
Whatever is noble.
Whatever is right.
Whatever is pure.
Whatever is admirable.
Whatever is lovely.
Whatever is excellent.
Whatever is praiseworthy.

Philippians 4: 8

FIND PEACE
by Stella Craft Tremble

Do you want quiet, solitude?
To think alone, feel graditude?
Away, then!! Find a woods and go
Where forest boughs swing green and low;
There use a moss bank for a seat,
A violet bed for weary feet.
Where squirrels and birds are unafraid
In quiet aisles of sun and shade.

At twilight hear the whippoorwill
Call to his mate upon the hill,
The liquid note of peewee, thrush
That comes to you in the evening hush.
Away from tension, tongue of trade,
Find holy peace that God has made.

But if with duties you are tied,
With every moment occupied,
Then fold your hands awhile and dream
Of purple iris on a stream,
Pretending you have time to go
Where forest boughs sway green and low,
Away from tension, tongue of trade,
To holy peace that God has made.

THIS IS THE DAY
by Mamie Ozburn Odum

Today is the day God--given,
So be happy, joyous and gay;
Don't wait for the coming tomorrow,
Be glad and live today.

Smile as you travel life's journey,
Fill each mile with a merry song.
Don't wait for the promised tomorrow,
Tomorrow may not come along.

The yesterdays have vanished,
Tomarrows will never be;
This day is the day God--given,
So make it gladsome and free.

Today we must help another,
Be ready, love and pray,
Be happy by helping a brother.....
Give of your best today.

THE SYMPHONY OF GOD
By Russell E. Smith Jr.

Do you hear the silent music
Of the flowers in the spring,
An inner kind of melody
The silent flowers sing.

Do you hear the song of beauty
As the blue flags lift their heads
Above the rich loam blanket
Lying softly on their bed?

Do you hear the chorus rhapsodize
In bright celestial trills,
As the heavens raise their athem
Through the yellow daffodils?

The music of the flowers
Comes not to outer ear
But only to a listening heart
That truly wants to hear.

Listen to the singing
The flowers send abroad.
Hear the silent melody.....
The symphony of God.

SONG OF THE SPARROW

I'm only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree.....
My life is of little value,
But the dear Lord cares for me.

He gives me a coat of feathers;
It is very plain, I know,
Without a speck of crimson
For it was not made for show.

But it keeps me warm in winter,
And it shields me from the rain;
Were it bordered with gold and purple,
Perhapes it would make me vain.

And now that springtime cometh,
I will build me a little nest,
With many a chirp of pleasure,
In the spot I like the best.

I have no barn or storehouse....
I neither sow nor reap;
God gives me a sparrow's portion
And never a seed to keep.

If my meal is sometimes scanty,
Close picking makes it sweet;
I have always enough to feed me,
And life is more than meat.

I know there are many sparrows....
All over the world they are found;
But our heavenly Father knoweth
When one falleth to the ground.

Though small, we are not forgotten;
Though weak, we are not afraid,
For we know that the dear Lord keepeth
The life of the creatures He made.

I fly through the thickest forest,
I light on many a spray;
I have no chart or compass,
But I never lose my way.

I just fold my wings at nightfall
Wherever I happen to be,
For the Father is always watching......
No harm can happen to me.

I am only a little sparrow,
A bird of low degree,
But I know that the Father loves me.....
Dost thou know His love for thee?

DROP THY BURDEN AND THY CARE
By Hendry Van Dyke

Ere thou sleepest, gently lay
Every troubled thought away.
Put off worry and distress
As thou putest off thy dress.
Drop thy burden and thy care
In the quiet arms of prayer.

Lord, Thou knowest how I live.
All I've done amiss, forgive.
All the good I've tried to do.
Strengthen, bless and carry through.
All I love in safety keep
While in Thee I fall asleep.

Thanks for the reminder, OxbowGirl!

My mom used to tell me that I'd take my burden to the foot of the cross... in prayer. When I'd leave, I'd pick up my burden again. I've gotten better since then, I think.

If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own willful way,
Dear Lord, forgive.

Forgive the sins I have confessed to Thee,
Forgive the secret sins I do not see,
O guide me, love me, and my keeper be.
Dear Lord, Amen.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:

In silence comes God's meaning to the heart. I cannot judge when it enters the heart. I can only judge by results. God's word is spoken to the secret places of my heart and, in some hour of temptation, I find that word and realize its value for the first time. When I need it, I find it there. "Thy Father, who seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly."

Prayer:
I pray that I may see God's meaning in my life. I pray that I may gladly accept what God has to teach me.

My heart is filled, dear Lord with love,
So let it show in words and deeds;
And help me share, in all my ways,
The overflow for other's needs.

Fulfillment on life's journey comes
When we in faith obey
The leading of our loving God---
He'll not lead us astray.

He knows where the hurt is the deepest,
The tears of the night and the day,
And whispering softly, "I love you,"
He brushes the teardrops away.

Though fierce the hatred of our foe
Whose legions seek to work us woe,
He can't destroy the Living Word
Nor those who own Him as their Lord.

The way we live our lives each day
Makes up our eulogy;
So ask yourself, "When I pass on,
What will be said of me?"

I must put my relationship
With You, O Lord, I pray,
Above what may distract me from
Time spent with You each day.

Oh, it's hard to learn the lesson,
As we pass beneath the rod,
That the sunshine and the shadow
Serve alike the will of God.

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He knows where the hurt is the deepest,
The tears of the night and the day,
And whispering softly, "I love you,"
He brushes the teardrops away.

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I love this...thanks for sharing Jinny xx

(((Jinnyann))) I for one am glad you decided to stay and post. No matter what problems we face in the fear of our own mental health, those posts should be welcome here. Sometimes I wish the moderators would edit posts that may contain triggers instead of totally erasing them. If someone who posts is fragile in mind and body and comes here for help, totally erasing their cry for help could push them over the edge. For one they may feel unwelcome and that they do not count. My thoughts go out to the many who are in need of someone to talk to or someone who can understand. This wonderful website and it's caring people have saved me and I can only hope it continues to help many others, who like me have no one to trust or talk too.

(((((1oxbow))))))

thankyou so much .... I'm not the brightest button on the planet and some of these posts blow me away, I am just trying to focus on healing and finding my way forward through therapy, spirit, just grasping I suppose ..... you're right, sometimes it does push people over the edge when posts are removed, but rules are rules ..... sometimes when I read in this forum I am triggered, which is my problem, I dont always know if it's going to trigger me by the title of the post so I just avoid cetain ones ... sorry if I'm rambling, took an anti anxiety pill lol .....

therapy tomorrow, always gives me the collywobbles

Jin hugs to you oxbow many hugs xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

MY FAITH LOOKS UP TO THEE
by Ray Palmer & Lowell Mason

My faith looks up to thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine!
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O, let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire;
As Thou hast died for me,
O, may my love to Thee
Pure, Warm and changeless be,
A living fire.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
O, bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul.