Prayers and Poems for November

Evening Song

Soft falls the night,
The day grows dim,
To Thee I lift my evening hymn,
O Lord of dark and light.

My hands I raise,
A little spire,
And send my voice up high and higher
To Thee in happy praise.

For home and friend,
For books and toys,
For all the countless loves and joys
That Thou dost daily send.

Close Thou my eyes,
That when the day
Returns once more from far away,
I may rejoicing rise.

                                    Edith King

Grace and Thanksgiving

We thank Thee, Lord, for quiet upland lawns,
For misty loveliness of autumn dawns,
For gold and russet of the ripened fruit,
For yet another year’s fulfilment, Lord,

                        We thank Thee now.

For joy of glowing colour, flash of wings,
We thank Thee, Lord; for all the little things
That make the love and laughter of our days,
For home and happiness and friends, we praise

                        And thank Thee now.

                                                Elizabeth Gould

Look to the Lord

Look backward; see Christ dying for you.
Look inward; see Christ living in you.
Look upward; see Christ praying for you.
Look forward; see Christ coming for you.

                                    Anon

Life is not a bed of roses, but….

Life is not a bed of roses
            BUT
God’s hand will be upon you.
His love will cover you.
His grace will keep you.
His compassion will sustain you.
His strength will strengthen you.
His hand will guide you.
And his arms will surround you.
He will go before you.
He will also bring up the rear.
He will provide, sustain and bless you.
He will wipe away your tears.
He will be your light in the darkness.
He will give you Wisdom.
He will be your Healer and Defender.
Life is not a bed of roses

            BUT

Christ is all that you need.
He was, He is, and always will be.

            S&J Street

At Night

Lord Jesus, you are light from eternal lights.
You have dissolved all spiritual darkness
And my soul is filled with your brightness.
Your light makes all things beautiful.

You lit the skies with the sun and the moon.
You ordered night and day to follow each other peaceably.
And so you made the sun and the moon friends.
May I be friends with all whom I meet.

At night you give rest to our bodies.
By day you spur us on to work.
May I work with diligence and devotion,
That at night my conscience is at peace.

As I lay down on my bed at night,
May your fingers draw down my eyelids.
Lay your hand of blessing on my head
That righteous sleep may descend on me.

                        Gregory of Nazianzus (329 – 389)

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