I enter the home of poverty and cause pale-faced children to open wide their eyes in wonder.
I cause the aged to remember their youth...and to laugh.
I cause the eager feet to climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving behind hearts amazed at the goodness of the world.
I cause the prodigal to pause and send to anxious family some little token of love.
I enter dark prison cells, causing scarred manhood to remember what might have been and pointing to better days ahead.
I enter the home of pain, and there lips that are too weak to speak simply tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.
In a thousand ways, I cause this weary old world to look up into the face of God and, for a few moments, forget everything that is small and wretched.
You see, I am the Christmas Spirit.
As we approach the holidays Dear, God Let us note that some of us have grown defensive. We rationalize the way we act rather than being honest. As long as we excuse we can’t find help. But help us see our needs and admit thy forgiveness.
We thank thee for food and remember the hungry.
We thank thee for health and remember the sick.
We thank thee for friends and remember the friendless.
We thank thee for freedom and remember the enslaved.
We thank thee and pray that thy gifts to us be used for others.
Dear Angel of America
Please look after me. I’ve told my loved ones not to worry.
That you’d not let me die. Please go with me into battle,
Upon that foreign shore, And from to time, remind me,
Of what I am fighting for the safety of my country,
And for other countries too, For the freedom of all persons
To do as they wish to do. For the tyranny and hate to go,
To be replaced by care and hope.
To give men back their self-respect, And help them learn to cope.
Liberation from oppression, And equality for all,
So, Angel of America, Go with me on this quest,
Help me not to be afraid, And do my best,
I count on you to help me get through, And to help us everyone,
To keep us safe and our loved ones too, Until this was is done.
To strip the soul of all pretense,
To hold each day in reverence,
To keep the head and heart apace,
To make this world a worthwhile place,
To share my bread with those in need,
To tolerate a neighbors creed,
To keep a stride without a strut,
To make a home in manse or hut,
To have the grit to grin at loss,
To master life and be its boss!
O’God, the Creator of all things, You framed the law of labor for the Human Race. Dear God may we do the work you provide us and earn the reward you promise. Gracious Heavenly Father, as the United States pauses to contemplate the freedom to work and the employment opportunities that are available to most of us but these days so many of us are out of work and we the unemployed beseech your help for meaningful work. Still it will because of your grace and favor that we are and will be able to work. Thank you God, for the blessings of employment and work that we have had in the past and the present. May all that I do at work give glory to you.
“I have set my bow in the clouds, and it shall be a sign of the covenant between me and the Earth, and I will see it and remember this everlasting covenant between God and every living creature.”
Genesis 9:13, 16..........
God our father, the produce of the land is both your gift and the fruit of man’s work. Allow our harvests to bring bodily nourishment, spiritual growth, and peace in our homes. May we use our gifts for the good of everyone. AMEN
Almighty God, Who has given us this good land for our heritage, we ask that we may always be mindful of Your goodness and glad to do Thy will.
Save us from violence, discord and from confusion, from pride, from arrogance, and from every evil.
Defend our liberties, and help us to be a united people.
Confer upon us the spirit of wisdom, especially upon those in whom we entrust the authority of government, that there may be peace and justice at home.
In time of prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day of trouble, help us to keep our faith and trust in you.
Our Father who art in heaven, I am a father on earth.
You have given me this gift and responsibility
Grant me the wisdom to carry it out.
Let my fatherhood be one of encouragement and support, not of expectations and control.
Let me protect my children, but not too much; advise them, but just a little.
Let me respect them as individuals, not as extensions of myself.
Let me be honest about my feelings toward themincluding my anger, disappointment, hurt, excitement, joy and love.
Let me be firm without dominating them.
Let me be sensitive to their feelings without trying to change them.
Let me be there for them when they need me and get out of their way when they don’t.
Let me offer them the roots of belonging and the wings of freedom.
Help me, Father in heaven, to be a father on earth.