Monday, July 11, 2011

Message for July 2011

The Star Spangled Banner 3rd vrs.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust;”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Message for June 2011

"Poor Anne's Prayer"

Our Father, who is in the Heavens,
Holiness is Thy name, May Reverence be given.
May Thy Kingdom Come and Thy will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven.

We Thank Thee this day for our daily bread,
For Thy Divine Interventions,
For always being mindful of us,
And forgive us of our sins
As we forgive those who sin against us.

We know that we are ALL sinners before Thee.
Remember the sacrifice of Thy Son that
We may be washed clean in His blood,
And let us remember to forgive others
As You have been so willing to forgive us.

Let us not be led into temptation or be deceived,
But deliver us from evil by discovering the truth
And leading courageously in that truth,
For Thine is the Kingdom and the Power,
And the Glory, Forever and Ever, Amen.

Even though I lead only in my small corner of the world,
May I come to the end of my life and find out that I was
surprisingly useful.

`Poor Anne




Benjamin Franklin's Prayers

In The Morning...
Waked by the call of morn, on early knee,
Ere the World thrust between thy God and thee,
Let thy pure Oraisons, ascending, gain
His ear, and succor of His Grace obtain,
In wants, in toils, in perils of the day,
And strong Temptations that beset thy way.
Thy best resolves then in His Strength renew
To walk in Virtue's path, and Vice eschew.

At Night...
To HIM intrust thy Slumbers, and prepare
The fragrant Incense of they Evening Prayer.
But first tread back the Day, with search severe,
And Conscience, chiding or applauding, hear.
Review each step; "Where, actin, did I err?
Omitting, where?" Guilt either way infer.
Labor this point, and while thy frailties last,
Still let each following day correct the last.