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

Show me the way, Lord, let my light shine
As an example of good to mankind;
Help them to see the patterns of Thee,
Shining in beauty, lived out in me.

Lord, grant me the grace throughout this day
To walk the straight and narrow way,
To do whatever in Thy sight
Is good and perfect, just and right.

Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me,
All His wonderful passion and purity;
Oh, Thou Spirit Divine, all my nature refine
Till the beauty of Jesus be seen in me.

There's within my heart a melody,
Jesus whispers sweet and low,
"Fear not, I am with thee, peace, be still,"
In all of life's ebb and flow.

No one could enter heaven,
Our many sins stood in the way;
So God in love sent Jesus,
For He alone sin's debt could pay.

How beautiful is that. He loved us enough to give His life for ours.

This was in a song I heard, "He laid aside His royalty to wear the sinners crown."

Now that is the perfect love....thank you oxbowgirl for this thread. and for its daily reminder of just how Great our God and precious our Savior Jesus Christ truly are!

LIFE'S WEAVING

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me;
I may not choose the colors,
He knows what they should be;
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.

Sometimes He weaveth sorrow,
Which seemeth strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment,
And work on faithfully;
"Tis He who fills the shuttle,
He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.

At last, when life is ended,
With Him I shall abide,
Then I may view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
Then I shall know the reason
Why pain with joy entwined,
Was woven in the fabric
Of life that God designed.

((((recluse1)))) Glad this gives you joy and comfort.

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine.
O what a foretaste of glory divine.
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

In you, O Lord, I take delight,
My every need You will supply;
I long to do what's true and right,
So, Lord, on You I will rely.

Where Jesus reigns there is no fear,
No restless doubt, no hopeless tear,
No raging sea nor tempest dread,
But quietness and calm instead.

THE LAST CHORD
by Adelaide Procter

Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
And my fingers wander'd idly
Over the noisy keys;
I know not what I was playing,
Or what I was dreaming then,
But I struck one chord of music,
Like the sound of a great amen,
Like the sound of a great amen.
It flooded the crimson twilight
Like the close of an angel's psalm,
And it lay on my fevor'd spirit
With a touch of infinite calm;
It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife,
It seemed the harmonious echo
Of our discordant life.
It link'd all perplexing meanings into one perfect peace,
And trembled away into silence,
As if it were loath to cease,
I have sought, but I seek it vainly,
The one lost chord divine,
Which came from the soul of the organ
And enter'd into mine.
It may be that death's bright angel will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in heav'n I shall hear that grand amen.
It may be that death's bright angel will speak in that chord again,
It may be that only in heav'n I shall hear that grand amen.

BLESS THIS HOUSE
by Helen Tayor

Bless this house, O Lord we pray,
Make it safe by night and day;
Bless these walls, so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out;
Bless the roof and chimneys tall,
Let thy peace lie over all;
Bless this door, that it may prove
Ever open to joy and love.
Bless these windows shining bright,
Letting in God's heav'nly light;
Bless the hearth ablazing there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer;
Bless the folk who dwell within,
Keep them pure and free from sin;
Bless us all that we may be
Fit, O Lord to dwell with Thee;
Bless us all that one day we
May dwell, O Loed, with Thee.

MAY THE GOOD LORD BLESS AND KEEP YOU
by Meredith Willson

May the good Lord bless and keep you,
Whether near or far away.
May you find that long awaited golden day today.
May your troubles all be small ones,
And your forture 10 times 10.
May the good Lord bless and keep you till we meet again.
May you walk with sunlight shining,
And a bluebird in ev'ry tree,
May there be a silver lining back of ev'ry cloud you see.
Fill your dreams with sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been.
May the good Lord bless and keep you till we meet again.
May the good Lord bless and keep you till we meet, till we meet again.

Together, Lord, we seek Thy will;
We bow before Thee----yielded still;
We come today, as oft before,
And with each coming love Thee more.

Beyond the losses of this life
That cause us to despair
New hope is born within our heart
Because our God is there.

I'm available for God to use me,
Available, if God should choose me:
Should it be now or then, it doesn't matter when;
I want to see lost souls be born again.

God often uses lowly things
His purpose to fulfill,
Because it takes a humble heart
To carry out His will.

Lord, keep us from entanglements
That choke Your Spirit's work within,
So we can then reflect Your light
Into a world that's dark with sin.

Jesus, Thou art my righteousness,
For all my sins were Thine;
Thy death hath bought of God my peace,
Thy life hath made Him mine.

Our search for truth is hindered by
The darkness of the night,
Until the Bright and Morning Star
Reveals His brilliant light.

"Take up thy cross and follow Me"
I hear the blessed Savior call;
How can I make a lesser sacrifice
When Jesus gave His all ?

The treasures of the crystal snows,
And all the wonders nature shows,
Speak of a mighty Maker's hand
That all in love and wisdom planned.

I know not what the future holds---
What in one hour may be;
But I can wait while it unfolds,
And trust implicity.

MY NEEDS

Somedays 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
And 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.