Biblical, Creation, Praise, Trinity

Trinity Christ Canticle

This corporate prayer is a poetic translation of Proverbs 8:22-36… I was there at the very beginning of God’s work: the first work, the act, the first move!       We praise you Christ – the wisdom of God! I was there from eternity, from the beginning, before the world began.       We praise you Christ – the wisdom of God!…

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Lent & Cross

Crucifixion Prayer – John Wesley

O Jesus, poor and humble, unknown and despised, let me not be ashamed to follow you. Have mercy on me. O Jesus, hated and persecuted, let me not be afraid to follow you. Have mercy on me. O Jesus, betrayed and sold like an object, let me be content to call you master. Have mercy on me. O Jesus, accused and wrongfully…

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Lent & Cross, Longing, Poets

Batter My Heart – John Donne

Lord God, Batter my heart, Knock, breathe, shine in me, mend me. So that I might have victory, Overthrow me, break me, blow, burn in me, And make me new. Amen.   – John Donne 1573–1631AD.  English poet and pastor.

Confession, Lent & Cross, Orthodox

Lent Prayer – St Ephraim Of Syria

Lord God and Master of my life, take away from me the spirit of laziness, despair, lust of power, and cheap talk. Replace it with your Spirit of faithfulness, humility, patience, and love. Yes, O Lord and King, Help me to see my own fault and sin, And not to judge my brother. Blessed are You, for all eternity. Amen.  …

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Lent & Cross, Need Or Trial, Orthodox

Protection Prayer – St Basil

Blessed are You, O Lord, Master Almighty, Who lights the day with the light of the sun illuminates the night with flashes of fire, Who calls us to pass through the length of the day and to draw near to the beginning of the night; hear our prayer and the prayer of all You people; and as you have forgiven all our sins hear…

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Poets, Thanksgiving

We Thank Thee – John Oxenham

We thank Thee, Lord,That of Thy tender grace,In our distressThou hast not left us wholly comfortless. We thank Thee, Lord,That of Thy wondrous might,Into our nightThou hast sent down the glory of the Light. We thank Thee, Lord,That all Thy wondrous ways,Through all our days,Are Wisdom, Right, and Ceaseless Tenderness. . – John Oxenham (1952-1841) (Novel writer, journalist, poet, and…

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Holy Spirit & Pentecost, Preaching & Reflecting

Song To The Holy Spirit

Lord, Holy Spirit,You blow like the wind in a thousand paddocks,Inside and outside the fences,You blow where you wish to blow. Lord, Holy Spirit,You are the sun who shines on the little plant,You warm him gently, you give him life,You raise him up to become a tree with many leaves. Lord, Holy Spirit,You are the eagle with her young,Holding them…

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Creation, Thanksgiving

Psalm Of The Cosmos

Loving God, loving God,all creation calls you blessed,and so do we, and so do we. Loving God,all your creation calls you blessed.Your spirit imprints the whole universe with life and mystery.Yes, all creation proclaims your love.We now join this chorus of praise. Loving God,all of nature calls you blessed,and so do we. For you have woven an intimate tapestryand call…

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Creation, Praise

Creation Praise – Francis of Assisi

Most High, all powerful, good Lord,to you all praise, glory and honour and all blessing;to you alone, Most High, they belongand no one is worthy of naming you. Praised by you, Lord God,with all your creatures,especially Brother Sun,who brings day, and by whom you enlighten us;he is beautiful, he shines with great splendour,of you, Most High, he is a symbol.…

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Pastors

The Priest On Sunday Night

This prayer is Michel Quoist’s on reflection on his ministry… Tonight, Lord, I am alone.Little by little the sounds died down in the church.The people went away,And I came home,Alone.I passed people who were returning from a walk.I went by the cinema that was disgorging its crowd.I skirted café terraces where tired strollers were tryingto prolong the pleasure of a…

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Poets

The Baby – Michel Quoist

The mother left the carriage for a minute, and I went over to meet the Holy Trinity living in the baby’s pure soul. It was asleep, its arms carelessly laid on the embroidered sheet. Its closed eyes looked inward and its chest gently rose and fell As if to murmur: This dwelling is inhabited. Lord, you are there. I adore…

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