My Prayer To You

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My Prayer To You

Holy Spirit, whisper a signal
Giving me Favor with each Word
Let me soar free as the eagle
Not just as as little bird.

Make me like a mighty oak tree
Not a flailing blade of grass
Teach me, while in the Fire
Even this will pass.

See me stand like a mountain
Able to bear even the wildest storm
Let your Joy flow as a lovely fountain
And under Your wings, keep me warm.

Hear me Praise You, from depths unknown
Consume my life that you have paid for
Grateful, Peaceful, Joyful I've grown
Help me realize, I need no more...
                    than You.
                

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rippeyrip commented on My Prayer To You

02-11-2011

It's you I'll thank for that even though....I'll thank you both

Marsink commented on My Prayer To You

10-19-2009

So very good to read edifying poetry from a sister in Christ. Saw your comments on Am2's site and thought to greet you in the Lord. His blessings upon you and yours

Merlyn

07/05/2010

Thank you, Marsink. God's wonderful blessings on you and yours.

jesusfreake commented on My Prayer To You

10-16-2009

just so beautiful.....this poem is so beautiful and i am loss for words....He is an All Consuming Fire...and i love him so much. I can tell u do too...this was so...beautiful and wonderful. Thank you

swiftbird2C commented on My Prayer To You

09-17-2009

A moving prayer. Me thinks the HS was your muse. Hopefully this will come throuhg into to others as yhey read this.

magoogle commented on My Prayer To You

09-12-2009

Lovely, gentle heartfelt words, and no notice was taken of spelling as that was not the point of a gentle reader.

Merlyn

09/14/2009

Hi Loren. Didn't know that was you. I made as change on this poem so people would stop thinking it was wrong. Hope it helps. Than You not thank you. I enjoyed you rpeom and remeber when you wrote it.

Merlyn

09/13/2009

what spelling error? am a proofreader and there are none/ Thank you for your comment

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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