Poems and prayers

A Chiari and Syringo Prayer

I ask the Lord to help me, to guide me thru the day,

I ask the Lord to give me strength, to help me on my way.

I ask the Lord to help me thru, the pain I do endure,

To help me bear my burdens, and keep my weak heart pure.

I do not ask "Why me Lord"? for surely there's a plan,

For me and other's like me, even if we don't understand.

I said "Chiari and Syringo, Lord, have given so much pain,

Have taken so much from me Lord , that I can not regain".

And then a voice within my heart, said, "Look at what you have,

An old life gone forevermore, with so much more to gain".

"For a new life opened to you, Love, Comfort and true Friends".

"All understanding of your pain, and with you to the end".

I really thought about this then, and felt my weak heart grow,

For the Lord has Blessed me greatly, with something so many will never know.

A new life opened up to me, new Family, Friends, and Love,

To share my life completely, sending Prayer's,

Comfort, Understanding, And true Love.

And then I said "Thank You Lord, for all you've given me,

For every pain I suffer Lord, you've sent a friend to me.

For every cross I have to bear, I never bear alone,

Because, friend's help me carry it, however far, or long.

Be with us all, and guide us Lord, as we journey thru this day,

Give us strength to be there for each other, in each and every way".

"Thank You Lord"

By: Deb Risher

A Poem for Moms and Dads

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my sanity to keep.

For if some peace I do not find, I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.

I pray I find a little quiet Far from the daily family riot

May I lie back--not have to think about what they're stuffing down the sink, or who they're with, or where they're at and what they're doing to the cat.

I pray for time all to myself (did something just fall off a shelf?)

To cuddle in my nice, soft bed (Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)

Some silent moments for goodness sake (Did I just hear a window break?)

And that I need not cook or clean-- (well heck, I've got the right to dream)

Yes now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my wits about me keep, But as I look around I know-- I must have lost them long ago!

1 comment:

Jim said...

Thank you for the poem "A Chiari and Syringo Prayer". If you don't mind I changed around about 5 words to help me with an alcohol addicted married daughter. The pain doesn't go away but it does help me not to think "Why me Lord". Thanks, Jim