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Prayer of Saint Ephraim
O Lord and Master of my life,
Grant not unto me a spirit of idleness,
of discouragement,
of lust for power,
and of vain speaking.
But bestow upon me, Thy servant,
the spirit of chastity,
of meekness,
of patience,
and of love.
Yea, O Lord and King,
grant that I may perceive
my own transgressions,
and judge not my brother,
for blessed art Thou
unto ages of ages.
Amen. |
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Prayer of the Optina Elders
Grant unto me, O Lord, that with peace of mind I may face all that this new day is to bring.
Grant unto me to dedicate myself completely to Thy Holy Will.
For every hour of this day, instruct and support me in all things.
Whatsoever tidings I may receive during the day, do Thou teach me to accept tranquilly, in the firm conviction that all eventualities fulfill Thy Holy Will.
Govern Thou my thoughts and feelings in all I do and say.
When things unforeseen occur , let me not forget that all cometh down from Thee.
Teach me to behave sincerely and rationally toward every member of my family, that I may bring confusion and sorrow to none.
Bestow upon me, my Lord, strength to endure the fatigue of the day, and to bear my part in all its passing events.
Guide Thou my will and teach me to pray, to believe, to hope, to suffer, to forgive, and to love.
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Every Grain of Sand
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed
There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,
Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair.
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake,
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear,
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer.
The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I always hear my name.
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light,
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space,
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face.
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand. |
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| | From:  ©Sha | Sent: 3/29/2005 2:04 PM |
| Ihear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand. Thanks Denny..long time no hear these. |
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that was beautiful...thanks for sharing. Lori
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No Joanne, these first two are old Prayers from the Eastern Orthodox tradition, I've books and books of them, they all have incredible histories as well - but I won't bore you or anyone with more about that - just something I have a personal love for. The last thing I posted was something that I always sort of think of as a prayer, it reminds me of one, but it's actually a Bob Dylan song - from a fantastic album for any junky with a spiritual bent - the album was called "Shot of Love" - the lyrics in fact from the title song include - "I don't need a shot of heroin to cure my disease, I don't need a shot of turpentine lord to bring me to my knees, I don't need a shot of cocaine to help me to repent - I don't need a shot of whiskey to help me become president - I need a shot of love" - the whole album is great - it's given me goosebumps gazillions of times. Good music - I need to get another copy in fact. ~JunkyardMystic~ |
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Hello there~~~ I am new here and am visiting your boards for the first time. I just wanted to let all of you know how much I enjoyed reading the above. Very thought provoking~~~ Thank you! |
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