Prayers

The Meenister’s Log

  • Bob Dylan: 
     
    Father of night, Father of day,
    Father, who taketh the darkness away,
    Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
    Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
    Father of loneliness and pain,
    Father of love and Father of rain.

    Father of day, Father of night,
    Father of black, Father of white,
    Father, who builds the mountain so high,
    Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
    Father of time, Father of dreams,
    Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.

    Father of grain, Father of wheat,
    Father of cold and Father of heat,
    Father of air and Father of trees,
    Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
    Father of minutes, Father of days,
    Father of whom we most solemnly praise.

  • Reinhold Niebuhr

    God, give us grace to accept with serenity
    the things that cannot be changed,
    Courage to change the things
    which should be changed,
    and the Wisdom to distinguish
    the one from the other.
    Living one day at a time,
    Enjoying one moment at a time,
    Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
    Taking, as Jesus did,
    This sinful world as it is,
    Not as I would have it,
    Trusting that You will make all things right,
    If I surrender to Your will,
    So that I may be reasonably happy in this life, And supremely happy with You forever in the next

  • A Prayer in Spring  – Robert Frost

    Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
    And give us not to think so far away
    As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
    All simply in the springing of the year.

    Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
    Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
    And make us happy in the happy bees,
    The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

    And make us happy in the darting bird
    That suddenly above the bees is heard,
    The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
    And off a blossom in mind air stands still.

    For this is love and nothing else is love,
    The which it is reserved for God above
    To sanctify to what far ends He will,
    But which it only needs that we fulfil.

  • Show Me The Suffering – Cesar Chavez
    Show me the suffering of the most miserable;
    So I will know my people’s plight.
    Free me to pray for others;
    For you are present in every person.
    Help me take responsiblity for my own life;
    So that I can feel free at last.
    Grant me courage to serve others;
    For in service there is true life.
    Give me honesty and patience;
    So that I can work with other workers.
    Bring forth song and celebration;
    So that the Spirit will be alive among us.
    Let the Spirit flourish and grow;
    So that we will never tire of the struggle.
    Let us remember those who have died for justice;
    For they have given us life.
    Help us love even those who hate us;
    So we can change the world.
  • In The Garden of the Lord  –  Helen Keller
    The word of God came unto me,
    Sitting alone among the multitudes;
    And my blind eyes were touched with light.
    And there was laid upon my lips a flame of fire.

    I laugh and shout for life is good,
    Though my feet are set in silent ways.
    In merry mood I leave the crowd
    To walk in my garden. Ever as I walk
    I gather fruits and flowers in my hands.
    And with joyful heart I bless the sun
    That kindles all the place with radiant life.
    I run with playful winds that blow after the scent.
    Of rose and Jessamine in eddying whirls.
    At last I come where tall lilies grow,
    Where the lilies pray, I kneel upon the ground;
    I have strayed into the holy temple of the Lord

  • Simple Gifts – Joseph Bracket

    ‘Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free,
    ‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
    And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
    ‘Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
    When true simplicity is gain’d,
    To bow and to bend we shan’t be asham’d,
    To turn, turn will be our delight
    ‘Till by turning, turning we come round right.

  • Love and Hate – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    The sole thing I hate is Hate;
    For hate is death; and Love is life,
    A peace a splendor from above;
    And Hate, a never ending strife,
    A smoke, a blackness from the abyss
    Where unclean spirits coil and hiss!
    Love is the Holy Ghost within;
    Hate the unpardonable sin!
    Who preaches otherwise than this
    Betrays his Master with a Kiss!

  • Prayer at Dawn  – Christopher Columbus

    Blessed be the light of day
    And the Holy Cross, we say;
    And the Lord of the Verity
    And the Holy Trinity.
    Blessed be th’ immortal soul
    And the Lord who keeps it whole,
    Blessed be the light of day
    And He who sends the night away.

 

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