Prayer lyrics Hush, lay down your troubled mind Let your arms enfold us Sleep, angels will watch over you Let your arms enfold us
by Hayley Westenra
originally composed and performed
by Secret Garden
The day has vanished and left us behind
And the wind, whispering soft lullabies
Will soothe, so close your weary eyes
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light
And soon beautiful dreams will come true
Can you feel spirits embracing your soul
So dream while secrets of darkness unfold
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light
Showing posts with label Inspirational prayers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational prayers. Show all posts
Monday, October 29, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Vangelis-Missing
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
Victor Hugo
Gabriel Picart Art
A Prayer For Growing Old Gracefully Lord, Thou knowest better than I myself that
Unknown
I am growing older and will someday be old.
Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking
I must say something on every subject and on
every occasion.Release me from craving to
straighten out everybody's affairs.
Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but
not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it
seems a pity not to use it all; but Thou
knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at
the end. Keep my mind free from the recital
of endless details; give me wings to get to
the point.
Seal my lips on my aches and pains; they are
increasing, and love of rehearsing them is
becoming sweeter as the years go by.I dare
not ask for improved memory, but for a growing
humility and a lessening cock-sureness when
my memory seems to clash with the memories of others.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally
I may be mistaken.Keep me reasonably sweet,
for a sour old person is one of the crowning
works of the devil. Give me the ability to
see good things in unexpected places and talents
in unexpected people; and give, O Lord,
the grace to tell them so.
Sutta Nipata
Buddha's Discourse on Good Will
May all beings be filled with joy and peace.
May all beings everywhere,
The strong and the weak,
The great and the small,
The mean and the powerful,
The short and the long,
the subtle and the gross:
May all beings everywhere,
Seen and unseen,
Dwelling far off or nearby,
Being or waiting to become:
May all be filled with lasting joy.
Let no one deceive another,
Let no one anywhere despise another,
Let no one out of anger or resentment
Wish suffering on anyone at all.
Just as a mother with her own life
Protects her child, her only child, from harm,
So within yourself let grow
A boundless love for all creatures.
Let your love flow outward through the universe,
To its height, its depth, its broad extent,
A limitless love, without hatred or enmity.
Then as you stand or walk,
Sit or lie down,
As long as you are awake,
Strive for this with a one-pointed mind;
Your life will bring heaven to earth.
The Merton Prayer
Thomas Merton, "Thoughts in Solitude"
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot
know for certain where it will end. Nor do
I really know myself, and the fact that I think
I am following your will does not mean that
I am actually doing so. But I believe that
the desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that I am
doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart
from that desire. And I know that if I do this
you will lead me by the right road, though I may
know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust
you always though I may seem to be lost and in
the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you
are ever with me, and you will never leave me
to face my perils alone.
Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury,pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Enlarge my heart Enlarge my heart, God,
George Appleton
to the dimensions of your heart,
O limitless Love.
Let nothing be thought
common or unclean
which thou hast cleansed.
Let no one be thought
too exalted, so that
I only respect
but do not love.
Let no one be regarded
as too humble, so that
I patronise or despise.
Let no one be thought
as of little value
and written off.
For each is dear to thee
with his own potential
and his own hope
and his own heartbreak.
Let me say to each with thee,
‘O man greatly beloved’
infinitely and eternally
dear to thee.
O Lord Love,
enlarge my heart
to the dimensions of thine.
Monday, July 9, 2012
Author Unknown
I wish you not a path devoid of clouds, No, this is not my wish for you. My wish for you is: That you might always have a friend who is worth that name. One more wish for you:
Nor a life on a bed or roses.
Nor, that you might never need regret,
Nor that you should never feel pain.
That you might be brave in times of trial
When other’s lay crosses upon your shoulders.
When mountains must be climbed and chasms crossed,
When hope scarce shines through.
When every gift God gave you might grow along with you,
And let you give the gift of joy to all who care for you.
Whom you can trust.
And hope will be, in times of sadness,
Who will defy the storms of life by your side.
That in every hour of joy and pain, you may be close to God.
This is my wish for you and those who are close to you.
This is my hope for you, now and forever.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Adapted From Dante's Inferno
When the dark wood fell before me I did not believe because I could not see Cast your eyes on the ocean Then the mountain rose before me Cast your eyes on the ocean Though we share this humble path, alone Breathe life into this feeble heart Cast your eyes on the ocean
And all the paths were overgrown
When the priests of pride say
there is no other way
I tilled the sorrows of stone
Though you came to me in the night
When the dawn seemed forever lost
You showed me your love in
the light of the stars
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
By the deep well of desire
From the fountain of forgiveness
Beyond the ice and fire
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
How fragile is the heart
Oh give these clay feet wings to fly
To touch the face of the stars
Lift this mortal veil of fear
Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears
We'll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your soul to the sea
When the dark night seems endless
Please remember me
Please remember me
Monday, May 14, 2012
Earth teach me stillness Earth teach me courage Earth teach me resignation
as the grasses are stilled with light.
Earth teach me suffering
as the old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility
as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring
as the mother who sucures her young.
as the tree which stands all alone.
Earth teach me limitation
as the ant which crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom
as the eagle which soars in the sky.
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me geneneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness
as dry fields weep with rain.
UTE Prayer
Friday, March 16, 2012
PRAYER for peace and tolerance
written by the French Enlightenment writer,
philosopher François-Marie
Arouet better known by
the pen name Voltaire
(1694-1778)
Music:
Omar Khairat-A Place In The Heart
No longer then do I address myself
to men, but to you, God of all beings, of all worlds,
and of all ages; if it may be permitted weak creatures
lost in immensity and imperceptible to the rest of
the universe, to dare to ask something of you,Who are
the Bestower of all things, Whose decrees are unchanging
as they are eternal.
Grant that You regard with pity the errors woven into our
nature, that they do not bring about our ruin. For You did
not give us hearts to hate ourselves with, and hands to kill
one another.
Grant then that we may mutually aid each other to support
the burden of a painful and transitory life;
that the trifling differences in the garments that cover our
frail bodies,in our insufficient languages, in our ridiculous
customs, in our imperfect laws,in our idle opinions, in all our
conditions so disproportionate in our eyes,and so equal in yours,
that all the little variations that differentiate the atoms
called men not be signs of hatred and persecution; that those
who light candles in broad daylight to worship you bear with
those who content themselves with the light of your sun;
that those who dress themselves in a white robe to say that
we must love you do not detest those who say the same thing
in cloaks of black wool;
that it may be all the same to adore you in a dialect formed
from an ancient or a modern language; that those whose coat
is colored or violet, who rule over a little parcel of a little
heap of mud of this world, and who possess a few round
fragments of a certain metal, enjoy without pride what they call
grandeur and riches, and may others look on them without envy:
for you know that there is nothing in all these vanities to inspire
envy or pride.
Enable us to remember that we are
brothers and sisters. And let us hold those who exercise
tyranny over souls in the same horror as the brigands who
ravage by force the fruits of industry and peaceful labor.
Let wars come to an end, let us hate
our brethren no more. And let us not destroy one another
in the midst of peace,let us use the brief moment of our
existenceto praise at once, in a thousand different tongues,
from Siam to California,Your goodness that has granted this
moment to us.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Morning Prayer
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Let me to-day do something that shall take
A little sadness from the world's vast store,
And may I be so favoured as to make
Of joy's too scanty sum a little more.
Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed
Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend;
Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need,
Or sin by silence when I should defend.
However meagre be my worldly wealth,
Let me give something that shall aid my kind,
A word of courage, or a thought of health,
Dropped as I pass for troubled hearts to find.
Let me to-night look back across the span
'Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say,
Because of some good act to beast or man,
"The world is better that I lived to-day."
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
BY Robert Service
Music:
Giovanni Marradi-Just for you
Lord, let me live, that more and more
Your wonder world I may adore;
With every dawn to grow and grow
Alive to graciousness aglow;
And every eve in beauty see
Reason for rhapsody.
Lord, let me bide, that I may prove
The buoyant brightness of my love
For sapphire sea and lyric sky
And buttercup and butterfly;
And glory in the golden thought
Of rapture You have wrought.
Lord, let me linger, just for this,--
To win to utterness of bliss;
To see in every dawn design
Proof of Your Providence divine;
With night to find ablaze above,
Assurance of Your love.
Lord, for Your praise my days prolong,
That I may sing in sunny sort,
And prove with my exultant song
The longest life is all to short:
Aye, even in a bead of dew
To shrine in beauty--YOU.
A Prayer
Max Ehrmann
Let me do my work each day;
and if the darkened hours
of despair overcome me, may I
not forget the strength
that comforted me in the
desolation of other times.
May I still remember the bright
hours that found me walking
over the silent hills of my
childhood, or dreaming on the
margin of a quiet river,
when a light glowed within me,
and I promised my early God
to have courage amid the
tempests of the changing years.
Spare me from bitterness
and from the sharp passions of
unguarded moments. May
I not forget that poverty and
riches are of the spirit.
Though the world knows me not,
may my thoughts and actions
be such as shall keep me friendly
with myself.
Lift up my eyes
from the earth, and let me not
forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others
lest I condemn myself.
Let me not follow the clamor of
the world, but walk calmly
in my path.
Give me a few friends
who will love me for what
I am; and keep ever burning
before my vagrant steps
the kindly light of hope.
And though age and infirmity
overtake me, and I come not within
sight of the castle of my dreams,
teach me still to be thankful
for life, and for time's olden
memories that are good and
sweet; and may the evening's
twilight find me gentle still.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Mstislav Pavlov painting
The Warrior Prayer
by Stuart Wilde
I am what I am.
In having faith in the beauty within me, I develop trust.
In softness I have strength.
In silence I walk with the gods.
In peace I understand myself and the world.
In conflict I walk away.
In detachment I am free.
In respecting all living things, I respect myself.
In dedication I honour the courage within me.
In eternity I have compassion for the nature of all things.
In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others.
In freedom I have power.
In my individuality, I express the God-Force within me.
In service I give of what I have become.
I am what I am:
Eternal, immortal, universal, and infinite.
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