by JEAN (Netherlands)
Heavenly father, I come to you tonight to pray for my home let peace reign in every corner of my home comfort my daughters help them to know without you in their lives its empty help my youngest daughter at this time as she is studding for her final exams open her mind to all that she ha learnt whatever may blocking her i ask to remove it help to stay strong through all the negative pressures she is facing give her patience and wisdom through her problems make her humble to be able to receive her teachings.
Dear God i pray for my older daughter that she may lead by example keep her path straight keep her focused on her goals give her the knowledge to go through the days on her job when she feels discouraged strength to know how to deal with situations when they arise.
God i ask that your peace surround this house i ask that i get the strength to move on in my live and live in accordance wit your words God i ask for your blessings and favor God u rare the great provider and i thank you tonight that u will see me and my daughters through whatever we ask of you for u said ask and you shall receive and s I’m
thanking you for helping my daughter to pass her exams and for being with my other daughter on her job so she gets all that is due to her
Im thanking u for making a way for my bosses to remain at the airport i pray that u remove all my road blocks from my life God thank you for favor thank you for straight thank you for peace thank you for forgiving my sins and i thank you for heaing my prayer in jesus mane i pray
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by Saundra (Kansas City, MO U.S.)
Gracious Lord, I am here on my knees begging you to bring peace into my home. I ask that you send your angels down to protect us and keep us safe. Lord, allow us to trust one another and allow us to be vulnerable with one another. Allow us the right words to speak and true feelings to share.
I am patiently waiting for you to grant me this request. Help us to love you more, love one another under you and love our children with all our hearts. Please cast away all negativity so that we can love one another as you love us. Guide us and teach us how to love as you love. In your son Jesus’ name I pray. Amen
This is a prayer I wrote years ago. It helped me through a difficult time, and my wish is that anyone going through a difficult time also, could read my prayer and it would give them hope, strength and encouragement. A Prayer For Me Heavenly Father, creator and Watcher of all. I sincerely acknowledge Your presence and the power of love and goodness You emit
I give You thanks for all that you have given me and for all else that I shall receive. Bless me and purify me, Father, that I may live a better life, thus enabling me to better serve Your will.
Illumine me with Your strength, love and knowledge. Surround me with Your ever-loving presence so that I may accomplish on earth my true destiny.
I now pray and ask of You to point me in the direction that will grant me security, happiness and the strength to help others in the manner you have chosen for me. Open the door that You wish me to enter and grant me the ability to recognize it. Bless my soul, Father, as well as all confused souls everywhere who consciously and unconsciously wish to serve You.With undying faith, I open my self to Your guidance and trust that You shall never leave my side.In Jesus NameAmen
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Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory’s Wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour,
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come
Dancing to a frenzied drum
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.
May she be granted beauty, and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass; for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness, and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Helen, being chosen, found life flat and dull,
And later had much trouble from a fool;
While that great Queen that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless, could have her way,
Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.
It’s certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.
In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift, but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful.
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty’s very self, has charm made wise;
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.
May she become a flourishing hidden tree,
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound;
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
Oh, may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.
My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there’s no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.
An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty’s horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?
Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
And that its own sweet will is heaven’s will,
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.
And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all’s accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony’s a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.