The Power of Prayer

The day was long, the burden I had borne
Seemed heavier than I could longer bear,
And then it lifted-but I did not know
Some one had knelt in prayer.
Had taken me to God that very hour,
And asked the easing of the load, and He,
In infinite compassion, had stooped down
And taken it from me.
We cannot tell how often as we pray
For some bewildered one,
hurt and distressed,
The answers comes,
but many times those hearts
Find sudden peace and rest.
Some one had prayed,
and Faith,
a reaching hand,
Took hold of God,
and brought Him down that day!
So many, many hearts
have need of prayer:
Oh, let us pray

Author Unknown

I Knelt To Pray

I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book
and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

Dreaming On!

I've dreamed many dreams
That never came true
I've seen them vanish at dawn.
But I've realised enough of my dreams,
thank God,
To make me want to dream on.

I've prayed many prayers,
When no answers came,
Though I waited patient and long.
But answers came to enough of my prayers
To make me keep praying on.

I've trusted many a friend that failed
And left me to weep alone,
But I've found enough of my friends true blue
To make me keep trusting on.

I've sown many seeds that fell by the way
For the birds to feed upon,
But I have held enough golden sheaves in my hands
To make me keep sowing on.

I've drained the cup of disappointment
and pain And gone many days without song,
But I've sipped enough nectar from the roses of life
To make me want to live on.
Author Unknown

GOD DOES CARE

Whatever Your Cross, Whatever Your Pain,
There Will Always Be Sunshine After The Rain.

Perhaps You May Stumble, Perhaps You May Fall,
But God's Always Ready To Answer Your Call.

He Knows Every Heartache, Sees Every Tear,
A Word From His Lips Can Calm Every Fear.

Your Sorrows May Linger Throughout The Night,
But Suddenly Vanish At Dawn's Early Light.

The Savior Is Waiting Somewhere Above,
To Give You His Grace And Send You His Love.

Whatever Your Cross, Whatever Your Pain,
God Always Sends Rainbows After The Rain.

O God; Listen To My Prayer.
From The Ends Of The Earth I Call To You,
I Call As My Heart Grows Faint;
Lead Me To The Rock That Is Higher Than I.
For You Have Been My Refuge, A StrongTower.
Psalm 61:1-2

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones,
and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace,
and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.

Touched by God

Late have I loved You,
O beauty ever ancient, ever new!
Late have I loved You!
And behold,
You were within, and I without,
and without I sought You.
And deformed I ran after these forms
of beauty You have made.
You were with me,
and I was not with You,
those things held me back from You,
things whose only being
was to be in You.
You called; You cried;
and You broke through my deafness.
You flashed; You shone;
and You chased away my blindness.
You became fragrant;
and I inhaled and sighed for You.
I tasted,
and now hunger and thirst
for You.
You touched me:
and I burned for Your embrace.

By Saint Augustine of Hippo