A couple of Prayers I hope will help and comfort others in here
A couple of prayers from a pocket prayer book I have ,that I thought might just help to uplift others in here ,and be of some comfort with their many ailments and other problems
take care
Millyimp1322
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I met God in the morning,
When the day was at it`s best,
And his Presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the Presence lingered,
All day long he stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness,
O`re a very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them,
Brought us a peace and rest.
Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
With the Presence left behind.
So, I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way,
You must seek him in the morning.
If you want him through the day.
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Upon a hill called Calvery,
A Man went forth to die,
He gave his body to a cross,
They built it huge and high,
They sent him to oblivion,
With many a cruel cry.
Long years have passed since Calvery,
Those cruel cries are dead,
Dead too the hands that pressed the thorns,
In torture on his head,
All gone into oblivion,
He is alive instead.
take care
Millyimp1322
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I met God in the morning,
When the day was at it`s best,
And his Presence came like sunrise,
Like a glory in my breast.
All day long the Presence lingered,
All day long he stayed with me,
And we sailed in perfect calmness,
O`re a very troubled sea.
Other ships were blown and battered,
Other ships were sore distressed,
But the winds that seemed to drive them,
Brought us a peace and rest.
Then I thought of other mornings,
With a keen remorse of mind,
When I too had loosed the moorings,
With the Presence left behind.
So, I think I know the secret,
Learned from many a troubled way,
You must seek him in the morning.
If you want him through the day.
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Upon a hill called Calvery,
A Man went forth to die,
He gave his body to a cross,
They built it huge and high,
They sent him to oblivion,
With many a cruel cry.
Long years have passed since Calvery,
Those cruel cries are dead,
Dead too the hands that pressed the thorns,
In torture on his head,
All gone into oblivion,
He is alive instead.
Replies
Thank you so much ... what a way to start my day. These are beautiful! Love you and Blessings Hun! Ernest
Thank you Earnest for your kind words, yes they are beautiful,I am glad they help to make your start to your day a good one ,I am in the UK where are you in this big wide world of ours?
take care
Lorretta (alias) Millyimp