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
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.
Father, I thank you for my children.
You have given them to me to love, care for, and raise
for Your purposes.
Grant me the grace to love each of them the way you
want me to love them.
Grant me the faithfulness to take care of their needs.
Grant me the wisdom to lead them to Your plans for
Grant me a deep joy for being their mother. Amen.
There’s a miracle called friendship
that dwells in the heart
You don’t know how it happens or
when it gets its start
But you know the special lift It always brings
And you realize that Friendship
Is God’s most precious gift!
We may prove a point beyond doubt to our mind.
How could we pass it on to our heart and then
to our daily life? It has been said:
“The greatest distance in the world is 12 inches,
between our head and our heart.
To a towering size with lovely hue it grew.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of this wood,
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for such a tree, and so
Slender and twisted it shall always be
With cross-shaped blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains marked in brown.
All who see it think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from the dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony."