prayer

Surrender

Submitted by Johanna on Sun, 07/22/2012 - 22:50

Must I struggle with my pride,
My foolishness and sin?
Why do I, with angry stride
Attempt to banish Him?

Grief reigns deep within my heart,
For I have grieved my Lord –
Succumbing to the devil’s dart
And using not my sword.

I have sinned – wilt Thou forgive
Though I am weak and poor?
I cannot see how I can live
Without Thy love forevermore.

“Precious child, let go thy load.
Have faith in Me and rest.
Need thou leave my safe abode
Whilst thou art so oppressed?

A Dream is Just a Dream...or is it? Chapter Eleven (a Narnian fan fiction)

Submitted by Lucy Anne on Fri, 05/25/2012 - 14:34

“Susan, there are some things I want to talk to you about,” I said to her, a few hours after the scare. “Let’s take a walk.”
“Alright.”
I laughed comfortingly, noticing that she looked at me with slight uneasiness; probably trying to decide how to prepare herself for some news that she had no inkling what it was going to be about. “Oh, don’t worry; it isn’t anything serious enough to change anything drastically!”
She sighed with relief.
As we walked together, we studied the trees and sky.

Delved

Submitted by Elizabeth on Sat, 04/14/2012 - 02:55

Beneath I breathe
Deeper I die
Delved I recede
Unearthed I obey

The earth! The earth!
Upturned, I am glad!
The depths! The depths!
Revealed, I glorify!

I yield to command
I surrender to spade
His is the healer's hand
His is this glade

As we weep

Submitted by Brianna on Tue, 09/06/2011 - 23:10

These trees stand,
casting about in their solemn silence, whispering 
of the deepest secrets of man, bearing 
their hearts on the heaving winds, that cut cold
through these hallowed grounds.
And the tears of heaven wash 
the wounds from our broken hands, as we 
raise them up to praise, in the 
sorrow that we endure, heavily
on these shoulders that carry this, 
our burden; breaking image of life. 
We hope only, because we are somehow sustained, by
this love, which is so much the source of

Icy Cloak and Silvery Lantern ~VIII~

Submitted by Elizabeth on Fri, 08/19/2011 - 17:32

Gun shots were roaring unceasingly. War had gripped by the waist the city’s walls. It was stifling in the small one-roomed house in which Adelaide had taken refuge in after praying in the chapel. The fire was blossoming to its full flaming power; yet, nay, its light was not bright enough to overcome the terror and sorrow of the injured soldiers, men, women, even children, lying on mattresses and blankets filling the room. Many were the wounded. Many were the gashes, tears, bullet-wounds to be tended.

With the Words "Tornado Warning."

Submitted by Arya Animarus on Sun, 04/17/2011 - 02:14

Today I was sitting at my computer typing up a story, when the weather station called. My dad answered it and after listening, told everyone to get to the middle of the house because there was a tornado near our house. We all ran to the downstairs bathroom, which is in the middle of the house and sat down (thank goodness it's so big, I have six sibs). If you know me at all, I have a HUGE fear of tornados, and I am not stressing that point at all.

Pray

Submitted by Madeline on Fri, 04/08/2011 - 18:44

**The idea for this came to me a few days ago, so I sat down and wrote it! Hope you enjoy! 

 

Kneeling down beside her bed

She bends her head in prayer

Black hair straight as silk

Quivers from His stare

 

"Father, please lead me,

In the coming months.

This place is new and foriegn.

But in you my heart trusts."

 

Skin as dark as night

Hands pressed firm together

She shines her face heavenbound

And makes a wish forever

 

"God, please understand.

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