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Gary Perreault Jul 2014
You know sometimes when I get up in the morning,
I don't know if I can face another day
because ****'s been so ******* hard for so ******* long
and it don't seem like ***** ever going to change.
Sometimes it seems like **** ain't doing nothing but getting worse.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I look despised at what I see cause pride
strength, all of love and life they don't seem to have alot to do with me.
Feels like something went wrong with me a long time ago,
something inside me way deep down died
and I can't remember when,
I just don't know where the **** I went wrong...
What's life but a river of tears anyway, huh?

Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For away to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost too many times too many times to count the pain is so great

Let me tell you something, rock bottom is a sweet ******* dream,
a myth made up by a liar who's dispear is a void you can slip into forever.
I've been as low as you can go
and I guess here at the bottom the only place you can go is up,
but everytime I start to get ahead everytime I start to get somewhere
it's seems like someone or something knocks me the **** back down.
One step forward, two steps back.
I read somewhere that "without hope, man is but an animal"
...I think I've lost hope

I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great

I'm so ******* tired of being ****** up all the time
but I can't seem to do it any other way,
maybe I'm not as strong as you
but sometimes my ****** up life it brings me down
when I look around.
My life it didn't make me hard
it just hardened something deep down inside of me.
I think it was my humanity.
I want it back, I want to feel normal again, I wanna feel like a human.
I don't wanna be like this no more,
I'm just looking for some shelter of salvation
or something to believe in or just maybe someone who cared.

I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****

There's no where to turn, everyone betrays you.
I can't trust anyone and I'm so ******* paranoid.
I'm always waiting for the fall, for the let down.
Trust nobody for sure.
I can't remember when a day's gone by
that I haven't thought about taking myself out.
I know I ain't **** but I know I'll never be ****.
I've got no future but I think I can deal with it, I think I can live,
if I can just look at one person
and see them smile at me and know that they meant it.

Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****



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Devonte Morton Sep 2016
daddy's drinking alcohol
sometimes he hits the walls
momma prays
momma prays

her son has did his crimes
now he must do his time
momma prays
momma prays

her daughters pregnant now
but she doesn't know how
momma prays
momma prays

momma prays when she's knocked down
momma prays when she's no count
momma prays
momma prays

momma prays for daddy's soul
that one day it will be whole
momma prays
momma prays

momma prays for her sons life
that one day he'll be alright
momma prays
momma prays

momma prays for her daughters child
that one day she'll make her proud
momma prays
momma prays

momma prays when she's knocked down
momma prays when she's no count
momma prays
momma prays

momma gone to meet the Lord
now I can't pretend no more
now I pray
now I pray

now I pray for my father to be saved
now I pray for my sister to find faith
now I pray
now I pray

now I pray that I find my way
through its hard I can't complain
now I pray
now I pray

momma prays when she's knocked down
momma prays when she's no count
momma prays
momma prays

i'm in church and I'm on my knees
father and sister next to me
and we pray
and we pray

and we pray to be brought through this storm
and we pray to be wrapped in your arms
and we pray
and we pray

i thank the Lord that momma prayed
i thank the Lord she knew his name
momma prays
now I pray

momma prays when she's knocked down
momma prays when she's no count
momma prays
momma prays

for the ones we have lost its a burden
but let's not forget where they are going
oh let's pray
oh let's pray

for the ones who are called for Gods purpose
be a light in this world filled with darkness
oh let's pray
oh let's pray

for the two who have taught me to be strong
i believe I can always carry on
oh let's pray
oh let's pray

for my friends there's a love I am certain
endless love that can never be broken
oh let's pray
oh let's pray

momma prays when she's knocked down
momma prays when's she's no count
momma prays
momma prays
Mike Hauser Jul 2016
I pray for all the sinners
I pray for all the saints
I pray for those that can
I pray for those that can't

I pray for all the boys
I pray for all the girls
I pray for all of those
That are living in this world

I pray for all the does
I pray for all the dont's
I pray for those that will
I pray for those that wont

I pray the will of God
In every life will be
I pray for all of you
I even pray for me

I pray for all the colors
That walk upon the earth
It really doesn't matter
We all have special worth

I pray for all the sick
I pray for all the lame
I pray for all of those
Whose lives are forever changed

I pray for those who hate
That they find measures of true love
More than they can stand
Over and above

I pray all eyes will open
And hearts will do the same
All of this I'm hoping
As I pray in Jesus name
Robert Guerrero Dec 2012
Pray to a god
Pray for mercy
Pray like a *****
Whos life Im ending

Nothing can save you
From the very monster
Your hatred created
Your rage fed
Just pray for whatever

In the end
Your life is within myy hands
Your heart somewhere off in the distance
In the hands of a girl
Who may have not love you anymore

Pray to whoever
Pray to be heard
Pray for a savior
Pray like a *****
Because your life is over

Pistol to your temple
Hands shaking
As the whiskey goes down
Wrist bleeding
Might as well say a prayer

No god as your shephard
No love at your funeral
No tears when you die
Just another day
That everybody will forget

Look up and meet my face
Look up into these eyes
Do they look familiar?
Because its a reflection of yourself
Going crazy from it all

Pray now
Pray for whatever
Pray not to die
Pray you *******
Pray for the last time

Nothing can save you
So pick up the phone
Make your last call
Call that girl
Who you gave your heart to

Maybe her voice
Will calm your demons
Silence the voices
Echoing in your head
That you want to scatter all over the walls

Do you really think
That she loves you
She wont even pick up the phone
She doesnt want to talk
To your pathetic ***

Listen to me
Im you
Face to face
No hallucination
Just a reflection

Im everything you are
Im alive
Yet Im dead
Im whatever I wish
So come on and pray

No one will hear it
No one will answer
Just make the attempt
Or pull the trigger
Because your wasting my time

Pray to her
Pray for her
Pray to be loved
Pray just pray
Like a *****

Come on together
We can pull the trigger
End each other
Yet we are one
So take another shot

This could be
What saves us
This bullet
These open wrist
That appear to never to run dry

She broke your heart once
So you kept breaking it
And you know
Just as well as I
You dont deserve anything

This moment
Is your last
So say a prayer
And pray for your right
To deserve anything other than death

Dont bother praying
I'll pull the triger for us
So I can rest in peace
And never see your
Weak and pathetic face ever again
Roman Pavel Jan 2016
I'm a man of little faith, but I often pray
I pray for health, I pray for wealth, I pray for these all day

I never worked hard, not at all
It was simply given, all I had to do, was call
I have a lovely life, and a lovely wife, I cannot ask for more
But still I yearn and try to earn the things that I adore

So I pray to the old gods, and pray to the new
Ill pray to Suez, if he gets me through
I shout and I shout, towards the skies aloud, even at the ground
I pray every day in every way, for riches to be found
One day my wife left me, and my son died in the war

But still i pray, I pray and pray, I always pray for more
One day I caught a disease, and it crippled me to the core
But still I pray, I pray and pray, I always pray for more
I'm a man of little faith with an empty safe, and I have nothing left now

I never did right, not one night, and it hangs upon my heavy brow

So I prayed again, to whoever listens, for what I should do

"Please god, please tell me, how to make my life a new

I want to be happy, please o please show me how
For the hole in my heart grew bigger and bigger, from once until now
"
As I expected, I heard no reply
So I carried on with my day, by and by
One day a man asked me to spare him some change
All I could do was look upon him estranged

Because he had a smile on his face and filled with delight
Though he hadn't had a position in sight
I asked him, "Dear fellow, how are you filled with such glee
"
He responded through "faith, faith in humanity
"
That good things will happen, you just have to wait
For we are all judged as equal at the heavenly gates.
So I gave my new friend all the possessions I had
And went on my way, slightly more glad

I am now a man of great faith, but rarely I pray,
Not for wealth nor health, nor to see the light of day
I pray for others, so they may be well

I pray for the moral, and I pray for those in a cell

I have no money, no clothes on my back

But my burden is lifted, I'm happy, on life's track
I sit on the corner, quit often, and beg for bread

And often I sing, different tunes that come in my head
I asked a bold man for some food one day
Hoping my kindness will be returned in some way
The man just stood there, then said, asking me to stay
"
People won't just give you things, poor man, I suggest that you pray"
ShowYouLove Oct 2017
How Do You Pray?

Do you pray in silence do you pray with peace?
Do you pray when standing or on your hands and knees?
Do you pray with head bowed low or hands raised up?
Do you pray to satisfy your spiritual plate and cup?
Do you pray for the blessing of others or ask to be healed?
Do you pray to bring down the kingdom and find truth revealed?
Does it matter so much how we pray as that we do?
Does it matter what we pray or for who?
Do you pray with simplicity and words within reach?
Do you pray with eloquence and is it something you can teach?
Is there a better way to pray?
Do you pray from the depths of your heart with every fiber of your being?
Do you know just how much prayer can be freeing?
Prayer truly changes us on a level most profound
Soaring high with feet firmly on the ground
Prayer is more than just words
Prayer could be found in the songs of birds
Prayer is beyond sound into silent surrender
In prayer you never hear about return to sender
God will hear for he is here
Our tears of loss and our tears of joy
He feels our laughter and our pain
He knows our triumphs and our struggles
He has been down that road before
He loves us to the end beyond life beyond death
In eternity He waits for us to be with Him once more
He calls us to follow wherever he may go
He sends us out in the field to sow and reap great yield
We toil and labor and in time it is revealed
The reason for our presence on this Earth we call our home
And none of us should go through everything alone
In a greater plan we have an integral part to play
And sometimes we ask that when we pray
Prayer like conversation is a two way street
We give and take and in the middle we meet
It is more about relationship than it is about the act
It’s a promise of heart and soul more binding than a contract
When we pray, how do we pray?
Are we saying all the words but going through the motions?
Or struggle to find a word but have the greatest devotions?
To just be silent and present could be something strong
Maybe only tears when everything seems to be going wrong
Maybe there is more to prayer than it seems at first glance
Maybe it’s okay and maybe someone gives prayer a chance
Maybe someone’s life is changed by reading this simple prayer
Maybe someone reaches out and finds there is something there
Maybe all of this will make a difference maybe I’ll never know
But maybe just maybe you’ll see the love I pray to show
HannaMaria Dec 2012
Pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray
20..
20 young live have been lost
Two weeks before Christmas
What has the world come to?
Millions of hearts have been broken
20 families hearts have been shattered
We must all pray for this tragedy




  
Pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray, pray
for suffering I pray
to be discriminated against
to be hated for
the color of my skin
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
to be diagnosed
with an incurable
and painful disease
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
to be struck down
by the loss
of those I love
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
to be crippled
and face the
new hardships of life
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
to love
and not be loved
in return
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
so I can comfort
and hold those
who suffer
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
so I can wipe
away tears
and understand
I pray for this

for suffering I pray
O God! Will you answer my prayers?
O Lord! Will you take away my tears?
O Divine! I am so worried about my fears
We pray, but don't know the meaning of our prayers

Of course, most of the world does pray
Not many of us know the meaning of what we say
We just fold our hands and close our eyes
And call out to the one who we think is above the skies

If we pray, but don't understand what we say
Then we don't pray, at best we bray!
It's time to stop and find out the truth
What is prayer? Get to the bottom of the root

Who is God and where is He?
Aren't our prayers for God meant to be?
If we don't know God, but still we pray
Then who is listening to what we say?

We pray because we have some desire
Or because of problems that consume us like fire
Isn't there a reason we go to God?
Or just for fun do we pray to our Lord?

Some people pray because they truly love God
There are others who pray out of fear of the Lord
A very few pray to express their thanks
They evolve in life's journey and cross to God's banks

Prayer has a purpose, to God we do talk
Some stop to listen, they don't just walk
Prayer that works is a two-way communication
A tool that leads to ultimate liberation

There are rituals and superstitions in every religion
They make us get confused and cloud our vision
We are so controlled by what our scriptures say
That we just blindly follow, day after day

Is prayer all about mumbling something to God?
Is it about praying, not knowing who is our Lord?
Unless we first know who God truly is
We may say many prayers, but the main point we miss

Therefore, in quest of God, we must go
We must ask questions until we ultimately know
God is not someone made of bone and skin
He is a Power that lives within

How do we know that God is a Power?
When will we stop praying at some religious tower?
If we must realize the truth about God
First know, who is the one that's praying to the Lord

Self-realization marks the beginning of our quest
It asks questions putting every belief to test
Then we realize that we are not ego, body, and mind
We are the Divine Soul, this truth we find

What is the Soul? Is it different in you and me?
The Soul is a Power, different it cannot be
It is one Power that gives life to everything on earth
It goes when we die and it comes at birth

What is the Soul and where does it go?
Fill two balloons with air for this truth to know
When you deflate the balloons, where goes the air?
It merges with the air that is everywhere

So is the Soul, it's not just in us
It's in everything that moves on this earth, and thus,
Man, beast, plant, bird or fish, whatever it be
The Soul creates the life, the Soul is the key

Then we realize that everything is God,
We are all nothing, without the power of the Lord.
God is the cause, only effects are we
We would be nothing in the absence of He

When we know this truth, it changes our life
We live in bliss, without misery and strife
When God is within, then there is no fear
The Divinity in us wipes out every tear 

Realization changes the way that we pray
For now, we know who is the one to whom we say
The Divine is not someone sitting up in the sky
He lives within each one of us, right till we die

When we know that God lives in every human being
He lives in every animal and every living thing
Then we realize serving humanity is prayer
Our love and compassion, God will surely hear

Prayer becomes simple seeing everything beautiful as God
True prayer is not seeing the beauty, but the Divinity of our Lord
Then we not only pray when a temple bell we ring
But rather, at every song that the little birds sing

True prayer is all about being connected with God
Being disconnected with the world, being one with the Lord
Transcending cravings of the senses and desires of the mind
True bliss and peace being with God we find

Some people pray hard, but they don't pray smart
For many years they pray, but they never learn the art
True prayer is first knowing to whom we pray
And then understanding exactly what we do say

If we rumble and mumble a few words in prayer,
Is this communicating with God? Will this prayer He hear?
When we discover the true meaning of folding our hands
Then we are liberated, and go to God's land

What is our life's ultimate goal?
It's to realize we are the Divine Soul
Overcoming ignorance, that leads to God-realization
Liberation and ultimately, Divine unification

There is a purpose for us human beings on earth
There is a reason why we pray after we take birth
Prayers create faith, trust, and love for God
And ultimately make us unite, make us one with our Lord
Jason Cole May 2015
pray
somebody pray for me
why don't you pray
just bow your head and pray for me
done went and lost my direction
i wander 'round aimlessly

got one foot in my coffin
the other's in the grave
get so sick of livin'
'cause i'm tired most everyday
please pray
somebody bow their head for me
i'm lonely as a prisoner
my heart is shade 'neath the tree

pray
somebody pray for me
why don't you pray
just bow your head and pray for me
when i look at my reflection
my eyes are filled with misery

Mama she ain't lyin'
when she says what's on my brain
but i can't stop her cryin'
she sees right through my pain
Mama pray
just bow your worried head for me
you know i ain't been forgiven
and i'm so scared i'll never be

pray
somebody pray for me
why don't you pray
just bow your head and pray for me
i just turned my head up to Heaven
midnight's all i seen
Another song. Slow tempo. Mournful blues ballad in minor key.
*Note: Mama prayed and the Lord delivered me from on high...
Connor Ruther Sep 2010
I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
No one’s praying to God when their duty to truth hasn’t failed.

No one’s praying to God if you’re the doctor threatened with ****** for abortions you perform.
No one’s praying to God when you’re accused as a witch and the holy-fire at your feet’s getting warm.

No one’s praying to God when medicine stops the disease that uncontrollably spread.
I wasn’t praying to God, when it was time for my heart to break and the pieces are still aching.
I wasn’t praying to God when I saw from mountaintops the natural wonder of this land.
I wasn’t praying to God when the times were bad, better, or good.

But God isn’t funny
When government leaders say they hear the words that he spoke,
Or when the faithful say he hates us, internet decapitate us,
Bar atheist from running nations though we’re just normal folk.

God isn’t funny,
When Religion’s given money just so others can pray,
But instead try humanism,
Give the people penicillin,
Clean water, food, or a place to live in but,

Hunger isn’t hilarious.
Ha Ha
Ha Ha

I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.
I won’t be praying to God when my mortal heart finally fails.

No one would pray to God if they realized heaven’s not there when they finally close their eyes
I don’t pray to God, I won’t take false comfort in lies.

But God isn’t funny,
When people use his views to deft scientific proof.
Pronouncing old conclusions, renouncing evolution,
If it’s faith or truth it should be easy to choose.


But God isn’t funny,
When he gives false hope to the hurting and bereaved,
And it’s goes without saying,
If you’re a different faith or gay then,
We’re all peace and love but you’re not in the club.


Doesn’t sound so hilarious


I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.

I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.

I didn’t pray to God in the hospital.
I didn’t pray to God in the jail.

Mister God look at your people they’re starving, freezing, diseased, or so very poor.

No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
Laughing at the sky is odd.
Intended to be sung to the tune of "Laughing With" by Regina Spektor.
NitaAnn Sep 2013
Just pray harder, Nita....

I have been on edge and triggered all day long…actually all week now…there are a variety of reasons…and the mere fact that it is almost the  weekend tends to steer me toward the ’bad place’ – and I am falling quickly into the darkness tonight.

There’s no comfort tonight, other than in a bottle of wine and a pill box full of ativan...the therapist would tell me, “Nita, there is no reason to be scared. Find your safe place. Listen to your grandmother’s soothing voice.” Nothing to fear? Are you serious? And the safe place comment always cracks me up! Do you really think there was any place ‘safe’ to go then? Where the hell would I find safety in a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom, filthy trailer? There was NOsafe place. There was no place to hide! Except inside my head.

I should pray about it. That’s what my very religious grandmother would tell me. ”Just ‘pray harder’ Nita.” God answers prayers. Just pray harder, Nita…pray harder. My grandmother was very religious and very private. Don’t ever air your ***** laundry to anyone, well, with the exception of God. Pray harder Nita…pray harder…

Why didn’t God every answer MY prayers?

Why is that?

Because I wasn't "good enough"?

Because I didn't pray LOUD enough?

Because I didn’t pray HARD enough?

Because no one cared!!!!!!

That's why!

No one really cares now either…throw it all in a container, spray some holy water on it, drop to your knees and PRAY.

DON'T you dare tell me that my fear isn't 'real'. Don't you dare tell me that you ‘care’! No one does! And it doesn't matter anyway - no one can accept the 'unacceptable' - apparently not even GOD!

My grandmother was loving...yes, she rocked me, she sang to me when I was sick - she spent every night with me when I was in the hospital repeatedly for recurring kidney infections... because kids that get f@#ked tend to develop recurring UTIs which left untreated lead to bladder infections which then lead kidney infections. She was THERE! But she NEVER asked me! EVER! No one did!
But I guarantee you she fell to her knees every single night and PRAYED for her f@#ked up alcoholic son and her ******* up grandkids.

Just pray harder, Nita. Just pray harder!

Yeah - I should get down on my knees RIGHT NOW! And PRAY For f@#king  RELIEF!

If I'm still breathing tomorrow you'll know HE heard me!
Dyan Clarke Jun 5
Every night my body tires,
A good night’s sleep my one desire.
Still, restful sleep evades me,
Once more I take a knee.
To God I pray for the pain to subside,
For my tolerance to rise.
Again, a smile I wear on my face
For the pain, I show no trace.
Every day my hair covers the drain,
Every day there’s more pain.
Every day there’s more pain.
Every. Day. There’s. Pain.
Every day I read God’s Word.
His meaning to absorb.
Every day my prayers, I say.
Every day I pray.
Every. Day. I. Pray.
Every day, simple tasks confound,
Every day, words are hard found.
Every day, with pain on the increase,
I dig to find the beast.
God has instilled in me.
As I spend time with Him.
I take a knee.
These words not meant to complain,
Merely shared to explain.
As God’s Child.
I am beguiled.
Every day I strive to be more like Him.
My success, I fear, is slim.
Once again I pray.
Every day I pray.
Every. Day. I. Pray.
The pain in my head
Makes understanding hard what is read.
Every day the pain surrounds.
Every day pain brings my body down.
I pray.
Every day I pray.
Every. Day. I. Pray.

I feel the power up and down and throughout every limb,
As I pray to Him.
Won’t you please pray for me?
‘Cuz, you see, every day I pray for thee.
As you pray for me.
I pray for thee.
I. Pray. For. Thee.
I. Pray. For. Thee.
Mark Tilford Dec 2016
Pray
Your family they will know your embrace
That there is lots of love, than just a trace
Pray, that you will know God's grace
That heaven will one day be your home place
Pray, that you will never be deceived
That you will live free
Pray, that all your dreams come true
Your never blue
Pray, you will achieve all that you pursue
That all your difficulties you will make it through
Pray, that you never have to grieve
That you will always believe
Pray, your eyes never fill with tears
That you never know fear
Pray, you have good health for years
That any evil disappears
Pray, you are never alone
That love is all you have known
Pray, that you will always be at your best
That you are blessed
Pray, that you are never down and out
That you live free of doubt
Pray, that you never loose your way
That you trust in whatever comes your way
Pray, that you never loose your will to fight
For what is right
Pray, that you will always be wise
That you will not fall for all the lies
Pray, that you will always here I love you
That you are due
Pray, that you find the passage way to
Happiness
!!
A prayer for you and all
Merry Christmas everyone
brandon nagley May 2016
Hello any of Eddie's friends on HP or even you Christians who don't know Eddie from eddiestarrpoetry most know him and his wonderful writings on Jesus Christ ..  Eddie has been a friend to all of us, as he's been trying to show you the real way to live, life and love and forgiveness. And show you there is eternal life in Jesus Christ alone!!! A loving merciful Savior... Eddie wanted me to tell everyone why he hasn't been on HP lately. Reason is he got into some type of accident long ago don't know how it happened just know it messed up his brain, causing brain damage.   So he's been healed of having his life restored to him praise God!!! Though he still has been getting horrible head pains and it's making him sick and in pain... He's always praying for me and you and those he hasn't met on here to know yehsua ha'mashiach- ( meaning Jesus the Messiah) in Hebrew tongue... Jesus Christ!!! Eddie is truly a man of God and a loving forgiving man... Whether you respect him or dont respect him. Put that away for now and pray for his head is all I ask you that God may heal his headpains sorrows. Lonesomeness and that God made show Eddie gods will for edds life..   I hope others will pray for him and continue to pray for this man. Because he prays for all of you even ones he don't know he prays you come to know the one and only Savior a loving Jesus and forgiving Lord and king of kings... And God's only son who died for me and you... So this is why Eddie's not been on HP lots... Please pray for him if this message touches your heart and you want God to heal Eddie...for all things are for the good to those that love god...and God will do stuff in his time not ours... Humans always want things our way. We seem to forget were suppose to live for God's will and choices not our selfish wills. Hope and pray others may pray for eddiestarr. Thank you and by ending with that wanna write poetic prayer for Eddie not really poem. Lol just quick prayer for you Eddie!!!

Dear God, heavenly father ... I come to you today to ask for your healing and mercy upon my brother Eddie , God I ask you may touch Eddie's head... That you may heal whatever's happening with the pains in his brain and head .. I pray dear God you can heal Eddie from his toes to the top of his head. I pray Lord God for your anointing over Eddie. That your angels may be upon him, as well as your holy spirit may be sent to him in his times or lonesomeness, sorrow, pain physical mental emotional spiritual. God please give Eddie peace in all aspects of his life and I come to you today God. To heal Eddie fully that his life may be abundant and as once was... And God please show Eddie his purpose here on this earth before you take him LORD... Show Eddie you are in control and there's no reason to fear even in sickness. For you are the great healing physician dear God.  I beg ask and pray for your loving kindness over Eddie and mercy and grace. And your healing will come whether in Eddie's time or in your own. For me and Eddie know all things work together for good to those that love you dear God. Please guide Eddie in his hard times right now and sickness. I ask and pray and thank you Lord for hearing my prayer ...

In Jesus name I pray
Amen!!!
Miss Liss Jan 2015
I pray to God: make me new, make me clean,
Show me what this life could possibly mean.
I pray please fill my holes, make me whole,
Revive every weakness in my soul.

I pray clear my stage, shine the lights upon your glory,
Write my script, and guide me through my story.
I pray for the courage to put the pen in your hand,
To design my present fitting the future you planned.

I pray to practice thankfulness and to be more aware,
To seek your tiny treasures even when life isn't fair.
I pray for patience during this long waiting season,
So in every little thing I'll find meaning and reason.

I pray for the determination and control to stick to your path,
If I stray, I know you'll cleanse me in a grace-filled bath.
I pray for peace when things in life do not go as I hope,
You'll pick my heart up when my mind wants to mope.

I pray for the burning passion to strive for your perfection,
Having my eyes on you to point me in the right direction.
I pray for your comfort during rejection and pain,
Knowing your loss was our eternal gain.

I pray for the love I'll share with my family and friends,
For your amazing love has no boundaries nor ends.
I pray to share your friendship each and every day,
In time sharing your truths in your own special way.

I pray to be renewed and to be as clean as white snow,
So when seeking your love, through me people will know.
I pray thanksgiving for your mercy and grace so divine,
It fuels my fire to the world, letting my little light shine.
Juansen Dizon Sep 2017
i pray.

i pray that i will recover from this illness.
i pray that i will feel the joy, peace, and love
that i’ve been longing for.

i pray.

i pray that i will have the strength to better myself.
i pray that i will never lose hope in times of despair.

i pray.

i pray that i will heal every single day of the rest of my life.
i pray that i will experience less pain and more pleasure every
single day of the rest of my life.

i pray.

i pray that i will think more rationally.
i pray that i will feel that the things around me are real and not
an illusion or a dream.

i pray.

i pray that i will soon get well.
i pray for the belief that i will soon get well.

amen.
amen.
amen.
TinaMarie Jan 2012
Concerned with
The rapid pace
At which women
Are being
Disgraced.

I pray

Confused by
Their acceptance
Of the outright
Level of
Disrespect.

I pray

I pray for
Men to understand
You degrade yourself
When you dishonor women.

I pray for
Women to demand
Their value, worth and
Respect from men.

I pray for
Children to be
Protected and shielded
Able to retain a high esteem.

I pray for
Humanity
To return
To it's divine purpose.

I pray for
Love
To abide
In our hearts and mind

I pray for you

I pray me

I pray for family

I pray for harmony

Understanding we need
Whole men             able to love
Whole women       able to raise
Whole children     able to Achieve
Greatness

I pray

©Tina Thompson 2012
Gypsy Aug 2018
Pray if may
Pray of health
Wealth and love
And what you say...
Pray for sun
For rain to wash all the dirt of
Hurt words and wrong play...
Pray he washes your sins away...
Pray for all the ones that don't believe anyway...
Give them a reason, help them want you more,
Dear lord...
This why we pray...
Pray that one day the world will obey...
Pray once home they never stray...
Pray for me, you and everyday...
In our work
In our play...
In our sleep
Durning our dreams...
Pray the evil, hate and pain go away...
Let it be scared to stay...
Cause God is in it's way!
Pray just pray...
Have a little faith! Today!
Pray!
Mark Tilford Dec 2015
I pray
He watches over you where ever
you may go
I pray
He blesses everyone that you may know
I pray
He provides you with lots of silver and gold
I pray
He will keep you warm and out of the cold
I pray
He will touch your soul rather you are
young or old
I pray
Your faith in him, you will uphold
I pray
His miracles you will not withhold
but you will behold  
I pray
If your about to fall you will look up to him
and not fold
I pray
You will accept him as your friend until
the end
I pray
All your love you will send
to your enemies and no longer will you offend
but they you will befriend
I pray
A helping hand you will extend
in this weary world where no one rejoices
I pray
His word you will always defend
I pray
When you look to the east
and you see that star
you will  remember "daily"
Born - was - the - King of Israel
I pray  
Each and everyone of you have a safe and
MERRY CHRISTMAS
!!
May joy once again come to this world
!!
Abidemi Alawiye May 2015
I have a dream, no not that of Martin Luther king,
but that which is beautifully flawed, making you perfect.

I am no writer so bear with me as I try to put into words
That which my heart cries out. I pray that I will one day find you
And not because I was searching but because it is written.
I pray that our friendship will not be a toxic one
Where one gives and the other takes it all.

Oh dear future friend,
I pray that you won’t spend so much time self-
Proclaiming your worth that you forget mine,
When in matter of fact we are all worth life to the one
Whose opinion only matters.

I pray that you will love me enough to not have to
Play the victim always, nor I for that matter.
I pray you won’t have to raise your voice,
Just so your opinion matters for no one knows it all.
I pray you won’t abuse my nature so much that even
The lashes I’ve taken have no hold on your words.
I pray I won’t go to bed hurt because you failed to care

Oh dear future friend,
I pray you will show me my wrongdoings without condemning me,
Or proving again how much more righteous you are than I am.
I pray you won’t count the grains of rice I lend from you
To one day reclaim them all.

Oh dear future friend, I have a dream.
A dream where I will wake up everyday wanting
to try and be a better friend to you
Than I was the day before.
I pray that you will not only remember that you have a friend in me
Only when storms surround you, but that you will remember me too
While you dance in the summer rains lit with rainbows.
Dear future friend, I pray that we will write our own meaning
Of friendship, one that has no laws or subtle terms
And conditions applied.

But mostly oh dear friend
I pray that we will become friends
Not ‘because of’ but because
Just because

Dear future friend
I think I’m already in love with the thought of meeting you……..
Samantha Feb 2019
Pray don't give me pity,
For it makes me feel so weak.

Pray don't give me promises,
For that you'll forget to keep.

Pray don't give me hope,
For I will hold my breath.

Pray don't break my heart,
For I will welcome death.

Pray don't try encourage me,
For I take things too far.

Pray don't let me try,
For I'll try to reach the stars.

Pray don't let me fall,
For the fall will hurt my pride.

Pray don't criticize me,
For there's nothing I take in stride.

Pray don't pay too much attention,
For I will shy away.

Pray don't take me for granted,
For I will always disobey.

Pray don't give me everything,
For I will never pay.

Pray don't give me nothing,
For I'll have nothing more to say.
Mayra Castillo Jun 2015
Oh, God, please hear our pleas.

We are living in crucial, turmulous times.

Times filled with lust.

Times filled with greed.

Times, filled with vanity.

Times filled with depravity.

Times filled with poverty.

Times filled with corruption.

Times filled with division.

Times filled with hatered.

Times filled with crime.

Times filled with fatherless children.

Times filled with wars.

Times filled with the "Me" generation.

We can make a difference if we begin to pray.

Let us  pray for our elders.

Let us  pray for the weak,

Let us pray for the innocence of our children.

Let us pray for the sick.

Let us pray for the end to inequality.

Let us  pray for peace.

Let's us pray for kindness.

Let us pray for comfort.

Let us pray for empathy.

Let us pray for generosity.

Let us pray for love.

Oh, God,  hear the pleas for all the humans of this world.

Comfort, those that suffer, those in pain, those that hunger.

Fill their souls with kindness,

Dry their tears.

May the sun shine brightly and engulf their spirits's with a special glow, that only you, oh, Lord can provide.

Let's make a difference, let's  make a plea for the humans of this world.

Remember, we are God' s children, intrinsically connected by threads of love,

So, let us make a plea for the humans of this world!

By

Mayra Castillo














We pray for
Q Oct 2014
I'll write a letter
To those who matter
Because, though I won't be there to see
I want to imagine the faces of those
Who I'm not writing to.

I'll write a note to him because he still intrigues me
It'll be a cowardly note that says everything I couldn't
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins,
I'll pray he didn't care for me
I'll pray it doesn't hurt him
Because he doesn't deserve it.

I'll write a note to her because she's his
And he's hers and that still hurts me somedays
And because I love her like I love him:
In a million, million ways.
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
I'll pray she's enough to get him to stay
I'll pray she doesn't care so she'll be okay.

I'll write a note to her because she birthed me
And I'll explain the importance of contraception
And I'll tell her I don't blame her and give absolution
And then take it back in the next sentence.
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
I'll pray she hurts until she can barely breath
In the same breath, I'll pray she forgets me
And uses the rest of her life to be as free as she wanted to be.

I'll write a note to him because he's my sister
And I'll explain the way I hate him and do hate him
And I'll explain the way I never stopped feeling the rage
Of every single wrong he did me over the years
And then I'll forgive him because he doesn't need me to
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
That he'll understand the simplicity and importance of tact
I'll pray that he gets everything he wants in life
I'll pray he understands why I couldn't wish that
While there was still air in my lungs.

I'll write a note to him because I hate him and I love him
And it'll explain the way child abuse lingers for years
And it'll say how much I wanted to see his grave before my own
And it'll say how I never wanted to see anyone live forever besides him
And it'll explain how he hurt me by withholding unconditional love
It will explain how little I cared after the first decade crept by
And I'll cross my fingers when I open my veins
And I'll turn over to pray
I'll pray he gets what he's due
I'll pray he finally dies
I'll pray he gets some happiness
And I'll do it all in one word: Why?

Those are the notes I'd write.
No one else I'd explain to.
Those are the people who've impacted my life.
If I keep death bare and simple.
I'm not crying this time.
I'm not just on the brink, about to go
I'll think, just as I always do
But there's no indecision anymore.
This is not a place I want to be
Not a life I want to live
But I still have a single ambition
I've still got one last wish.

So I'll do it.
I can be my own shooting star.
I'll get that last dream done
And open a vein? Or step in front of a car?
When I'm done with that I'll write a will
Containing three items:
Burn all my stories and poetry, delete my existence
Cremate my body, funerals are too expensive.
Be honest in my death, express your abhorrence.
Janay Mar 2017
Dear husband,

I pray that you  have God as your first love and you pray to him vigorously. I pray he hears your whispers, your screams, your silence, your tears of sorrow; and tears of joy.  I pray that he blesses you with the tools you need to build & keep your foundation sturdy and deeply rooted.

I pray that your past doesn't linger and damage your future. I pray that you fall madly in love with yourself and you know who you are as a man and understand what you stand for.  I pray that you evolve in this lifetime with your love, mind, body and soul. I pray that you are financially responsible and have the common sense that's needed to survive. I pray that you pray for me and our beautiful family and friends. I pray that you feel me, see me, understand me, like and love me as a woman and what I stand for. I pray that you have patience for us; be gentle enough for us.
marianne Feb 2019
I pray
I pray fire
furnace roar from your centre
circling cells, sparking breath, spirit
rising

I pray honey
warm milk sober flow
as gauze, to shield and sooth
your wound

I pray kitchen tonic
sweet ferment, anise spice
molasses bitter—the nourish
and gather

I pray leaf and flower
brewed to healing power

I pray squirrel play
great leap, and hover—  
catch and clamber
chase and chatter

I pray snowdrop
nestled in cold darkness, knowing spring
always follows winter

I pray river
ancient friend steering you to salty depths
and home

I pray sun gaze deep breath full surrender
I pray blue sky long view
sleep’s cover
I pray love of a mother
I pray
For my mum, and Susie, both who are nursing broken hearts.
Mayra Castillo Jun 2015
Oh, God, please hear our pleas.

We are living in crucial, turmulous times.

Times filled with lust.

Times filled with greed.

Times, filled with vanity.

Times filled with depravity.

Times filled with poverty.

Times filled with corruption.

Times filled with division.

Times filled with hatered.

Times filled with crime.

Times filled with fatherless children.

Times filled with wars.

Times filled with the "Me" generation.

We can make a difference if we begin to pray.

Let us  pray for our elders.

Let us  pray for the weak,

Let us pray for the innocence of our children.

Let us pray for the sick.

Let us pray for the end to inequality.

Let us  pray for peace.

Let us pray for kindness.

Let us pray for comfort.

Let us pray for empathy.

Let us pray for generosity.

Let us pray for love.

Oh, God,  hear the pleas for all the humans of this world.

Comfort, those that suffer, those in pain, those that hunger.

Fill their souls with kindness.

Dry their tears.

May the sun shine brightly and engulf their spirits's with a special glow, that only you, oh, Lord can provide.

Let's make a difference.

Let's  make a plea for the humans of this world.

Remember, we are God' s children, intrinsically connected by threads of love,

So, let us make a plea for the humans of this world!

By

Mayra Castillo
Edward Sep 2019
I pray that your heart, be filled with Joy.
I pray that your heart, be filled with Hope.
I pray that your hearts, be filled with Love.
I pray that your hearts, be filled with peace.
I pray that your hearts, be filled with wisdom.
I pray that your hearts, be filled with tenderness.
I pray that your hearts, be filled with healing.
I pray that your hearts. be filled with Faith.
I pray that your hearts ,be filled with deliverance.
I pray that your hearts, be filled with Awe for Jesus.
Jasmine Roper Apr 2015
Pray Just Pray
Pray on It
Pray with It
Pray over It
Pray about It
Pray without It
Pray along Its side
Pray Just Pray
Holly Salvatore Jun 2014
I pray to the sun god a lot. For warm skin and fresh basil.
You pray to the stars. You pray for the sky like a yawning mouth. You pray for my father. For my sister and the parts of her she keeps hidden. You pray for people who are terrible at hiding, too, who leave themselves open, ripe as peaches. You pray for fall this year, for the harvest, that it will be consummate and yield bushels and bushels.
You pray that you won't forget anything important: keys; your mother's birthday; how to just keep breathing even though you're convinced your heart is shrinking. And you pray that you will live your life loosely, forever outside. You pray for that tightness in your chest to go away and stop bothering you at night, and for a scythe like they used to use for farming.
You pray that God is real. The Sunday school God who loves you and killed off his protagonist so that you might live like a soldier, unsure of what you're fighting for, but fighting nonetheless.
You pray that God is real but you have serious doubts about any creator who allows colorblindness and then makes the world and the sky and girl you love look like this.
James M Vines Oct 2015
I will pray for you in the midnight hour. I will pray for each and everyday. I will pray for when its not convenient, I will pray you in every possible way. I will pray for when I am very tired, I will pray for you in a quiet place. I will pray for you until things are made right. I will pray for you until the end of my days. In all things you shall be remembered each time I talk to heaven above. I will pray for you until you are made whole and mended by Gods eternal love, I will pray for you.
Mark Tilford Jul 2016
That I would kneel and pray.....As I knelt I thought what will I pray.....For my family? I do that anyway......I know, I will pray that all men will be brave and learn how to behave and stop blowing each other away.....Then I thought I should pray for the lonely that love will come their way.....Maybe I will pray for all the faces that I have seen covered in pain to stop the blame .....I should, pray for the kids that have to runaway and loose their way.....That mothers will be mothers, fathers will be fathers and will teach their kids the right way......I will pray for the men and women that fight our wars and that there will be no more......I need to pray for the hungry  that their hunger will go away, for the poor that they suffer no more.....I will pray for people with addictions that their addiction will disappear and go away......For the sick and dying that they feel no more pain , in God's name.....That these dark times come and go and we will see more rainbows .....

That everyone is treated the same

Today I decided that
I would kneel and pray
As I knelt
I thought what would I pray

After all my thoughts
It dawned on me
I just prayed
!!
I

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope
I no longer strive to strive towards such things
(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)
Why should I mourn
The vanished power of the usual reign?

Because I do not hope to know
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is
  nothing again

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
Consequently I rejoice, having to construct something
Upon which to rejoice

And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.

II

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to sateity
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the ****** in meditation,
We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled
Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
It is this which recovers
My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions
Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn
In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.
Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying

Lady of silences
Calm and distressed
Torn and most whole
Rose of memory
Rose of forgetfulness
Exhausted and life-giving
Worried reposeful
The single Rose
Is now the Garden
Where all loves end
Terminate torment
Of love unsatisfied
The greater torment
Of love satisfied
End of the endless
Journey to no end
Conclusion of all that
Is inconclusible
Speech without word and
Word of no speech
Grace to the Mother
For the Garden
Where all love ends.

Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and shining
We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other,
Under a tree in the cool of day, with the blessing of sand,
Forgetting themselves and each other, united
In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.

III

At the first turning of the second stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapour in the fetid air
Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears
The deceitul face of hope and of despair.

At the second turning of the second stair
I left them twisting, turning below;
There were no more faces and the stair was dark,
Damp, jaggèd, like an old man’s mouth drivelling, beyond repair,
Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark.

At the first turning of the third stair
Was a slotted window bellied like the figs’s fruit
And beyond the hawthorn blossom and a pasture scene
The broadbacked figure drest in blue and green
Enchanted the maytime with an antique flute.
Blown hair is sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown,
Lilac and brown hair;
Distraction, music of the flute, stops and steps of the mind
over the third stair,
Fading, fading; strength beyond hope and despair
Climbing the third stair.

Lord, I am not worthy
Lord, I am not worthy

                              but speak the word only.

IV

Who walked between the violet and the violet
Whe walked between
The various ranks of varied green
Going in white and blue, in Mary’s colour,
Talking of trivial things
In ignorance and knowledge of eternal dolour
Who moved among the others as they walked,
Who then made strong the fountains and made fresh the springs

Made cool the dry rock and made firm the sand
In blue of larkspur, blue of Mary’s colour,
Sovegna vos

Here are the years that walk between, bearing
Away the fiddles and the flutes, restoring
One who moves in the time between sleep and waking, wearing

White light folded, sheathing about her, folded.
The new years walk, restoring
Through a bright cloud of tears, the years, restoring
With a new verse the ancient rhyme. Redeem
The time. Redeem
The unread vision in the higher dream
While jewelled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

The silent sister veiled in white and blue
Between the yews, behind the garden god,
Whose flute is breathless, bent her head and signed but spoke
  no word

But the fountain sprang up and the bird sang down
Redeem the time, redeem the dream
The token of the word unheard, unspoken

Till the wind shake a thousand whispers from the yew

And after this our exile

V

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.

    O my people, what have I done unto thee.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word
Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence
Not on the sea or on the islands, not
On the mainland, in the desert or the rain land,
For those who walk in darkness
Both in the day time and in the night time
The right time and the right place are not here
No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and
  deny the voice

Will the veiled sister pray for
Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,
Those who are torn on the horn between season and season,
  time and time, between
Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait
In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray
For children at the gate
Who will not go away and cannot pray:
Pray for those who chose and oppose

    O my people, what have I done unto thee.

Will the veiled sister between the slender
Yew trees pray for those who offend her
And are terrified and cannot surrender
And affirm before the world and deny between the rocks
In the last desert before the last blue rocks
The desert in the garden the garden in the desert
Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed.

    O my people.

VI

Although I do not hope to turn again
Although I do not hope
Although I do not hope to turn

Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
(Bless me father) though I do not wish to wish these things
From the wide window towards the granite shore
The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying
Unbroken wings

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
And the weak spirit quickens to rebel
For the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell
Quickens to recover
The cry of quail and the whirling plover
And the blind eye creates
The empty forms between the ivory gates
And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth

This is the time of tension between dying and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
But when the voices shaken from the yew-tree drift away
Let the other yew be shaken and reply.

Blessèd sister, holy mother, spirit of the fountain, spirit
  of the garden,
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still
Even among these rocks,
Our peace in His will
And even among these rocks
Sister, mother
And spirit of the river, spirit of the sea,
Suffer me not to be separated

And let my cry come unto Thee.
Avixxi Nov 2013
I just remember that we do pray a lot
when we need something.
And pray more
for more.  
Sometimes we pray
just for the sake of praying,
or to be thankful
for blessings in four.  

When blessed we pray,
and when not, we stray,
So God knocks
through challenges and strife.
Since He knew
that’s the only time we do pray
and He knew, it is with our might.

Remember though
that not all prayers are answered,
it can be a yes or a no.
Sometimes we wait,
and see what will happen
when it comes God says,
‘because I said so’.

So pray and pray
and pray and pray
That’s because
it’s what we all can.

It might be yes or a no,
it does not matter
If we believe then
we know it will be done.
Dr zik Mar 2015
.                                                                ­      O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
You used to be worry about me and that made you weakened
You used to be worry about me for my pleasure and happiness
I was feeble at that time but I think that
Might that I had been the facilitator to remove your woes and regrets
Might that I had fulfilled your desires when you had
Might that I had given you bliss
I’m fear of your anger, O’ my mother.
I always pray for your pleasure
                                                                ­       O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
Now! I am a young one but
I often used to think
Your poise soul, services and honor are conferred to live at highest level that
World dare not to give any reward so there is no any reward of your fidelities
So there is no any reward of your prayers for me
My fidelities are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
My prayers are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
.                                                       ­         ­      O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
I’m result of your prayers! and I think so!
I’m result of your fidelities! and I think so!
If I could able to leave facilities of the everyday life
As these are mortal
So
I wish I could break these idols
The stars which were tearing and falling ones for your sake
I observed them all on my eye shades when I recalled you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
I wished to spend this age for your fidelity
I wished to do this great job by the grace of God
But
I often used to think so
There is no narration able to deliver an appreciation
As Mother is “Flux of eternal light”
So a span of one thousand years is too short to capture such light.
                                                          ­             O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Lilly frost Nov 2015
Pray for Paris?
Why not pray for the world
Each city
Every country
Each province and state
They pray for Paris
Like they should
But pray for the world
And every hero that stood
Pray for the blood of innocence spilt
For this war of belief and silt
Pray for the world in this game of money and power
Pray for the world
To stop these extremes
You can keep your beliefs
But taking innocent lives?
Those people crossed the lines
Not all Muslims are evil
Not all roses are red
So pray for the world
For all who are dying
For all who are dead

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