When Children Pray...

 Having some fun with today's PAD Challenge: 

today’s prompt, take the phrase “When (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem.

It teaches us of simple faith

Nothing on earth compares

To this; when demons meet their death

In little children’s prayers

No doubt restrains the childish tongue

Or drives the words away

As heaven rings with angel-song

When little children pray

© Janet Martin

 Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."

Mark 10:15

Better Than Pen-Poetry

Somehow the thoughts I think tonight

Mere poetry cannot corral

Release of ink inept to write

Its relief in a madrigal

The world that aches beneath my skin

Where wars of faith and fear hope, dread

Ignite a hunger-storm within

Like waves that surge and break, blood-red

Sometimes ink cannot mediate

The ways of love’s there-of and such

Nor can Poetry compensate

With offerings of type-print touch

My dear, the world at night can be

A black expanse of brooding air

A pen is maudlin company

When I am here and you are there

Prayer reaches through the dark with ease

God hears the words I cannot say

For He can translate tongue-tied pleas  

Into miracles when I pray

...and suddenly, my dearest dear
You do not seem so far from me
The transport of whisper and tear
Is love's sacred soul-poetry

© Janet Martin

 I will love You, O Lord, my strength.

The Lord is my rock 

and my fortress 

and my deliverer;
My God, 

my strength, in whom I will trust;
My shield 

and the horn of my salvation, 

my stronghold. 

 I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised;
So shall I be saved from my enemies.

Ps.18:1-3

We All Have Time To Pray

  

Because it seems I need to hear it over and over

I've listened to this message again and again!

Who can tell the future?

Who can know its way?

Who can claim hope, joy and peace

Yet never pause to pray?

We, God's beloved children

Cannot find the way

Or trust His kind guidance

If we do not pray

Prayer is like a life-line

God's heart holds the rope

And as we cry out to Him

He replies with Hope

 Janet~

Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.

Mark 1:35

It's not about having time, 

It's about making time

and taking Time

Since Cares of Living First Began...

Since cares of living first began

After Adam’s first sin

God has ordained a way for man

To still commune with Him

A rod and staff to comfort us

A sacred altar where

Nothing need ever hinder us

Our heart and soul to bare

The fellowship of God to men

Is still as sure today

As in those ancient days back when

Prophets bowed down to pray

A Shoulder in the storms of life

A beacon in the dark

And in the rise and fall of strife

An infallible ark

Before we rise, before we sleep

Before we break our bread

Pray to the One who broke five loaves

Then five-thousand were fed

Oh, pray we do not forget He

Who is our strength and stay

But that with glad humility

We don’t forget to pray

© Janet Martin