by Lowell Fillmore
When for a purpose
I had prayed and prayed and prayed
Until my words seemed worn and bare
With arduous use,
And I had knocked and asked and knocked and asked again
And all my fervor and persistence brought no hope,
I paused to give my weary brain a rest
And ceased my anxious
human cry . . .
In that still moment,
After self had tried and failed,
There came a glorious vision of God's power,
And lo, my prayer was answered in that hour.
May the road rise up to meet you,
the wind always be at your back,
the sun shine upon your sweet face,
the rains always fall softly on your fields,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand
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by James Dillet Freeman
The Light of God surrounds Us
The Love of God enfolds Us
The Power of God protects Us
and the Presence of God watches over Us
Where ever we are, God is!
And all is well!
Amen.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light,
Where there is sadness, joy.
O divine master, grant that I may not
So much seek to be consoled, as to console,
To be understood, as to understand,
To be loved, as to love,
For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And it is dying that we are born to eternal life |
