Do You Know That By Just Saying I WANNA DIE Or I WISH I COULD DIE ...God Can Answer That PrayerYou Will Be Cancelled In The Book Of Life And At Heaven You Will Be Dead But You Will Just Be Walking On Earth Waiting To Go To Hell. Thats What Most People Call HELL OF A LIFE... A Life Of Someone Who Is Not Written In The Book Of Life.So People Stop Playing With Those Words.And If You Once Said That PRAY TONIGHT SO THAT GOD RE-WRITES YOU IN THE BOOK OF LIFE.

In most cases verbal prayer alone does not change anything when actions are branded with prayer wonderful things happen. Actions alone do not make it as well they lead to success when guided to labour by answered prayers. Pray and work

Prayer is actually setting out a tuning fork. All you can really do in the spiritual life is to get tuned to receive the always present message. Once you are tuned you will receive and it as nothing do to with worthiness or the group you belong to but only the inner resonance and a capacity for mutuality. The Sender is absolutely and always present and broadcasting the only change is with the receiver station.

Prayer is standing in the presence of God with the mind in the heart that is at that point of our being where there are no divisions or distinctions and where we are totally one. There Gods Spirit dwells and there the great encounter takes place. There heart speaks to heart because there we stand before the face of the Lord all-seeing with us.

When you pray you rise to meet in the air those who are praying at that very hour and whom save in prayer you may not meet.

Prayer is a many fingeredand kaleidoscopic thingit foldsand unfolds inside of you. It entersthe many rooms you cannot enter.

Prayer is the hardest thing. And no one congratulates you for doing it because no one knows youre doing it and if things turn out well they likely wont thank God in any case. But I have a feeling that the hardest thing is what we all better be doing now and that its not only the best answer but the only one.

Cry no tears for us my friend. I pry at her fingers panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday. From the corpse of Warren his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth Allow the tide sweep free the bay. Then together they sing in zombie choir And home the ships sailing send.

Dream delivers us to dream and there is no end to illusion.

1.01 MY PRAYERNo stone may turn when I walkNo being may pain when I talkNo man may dread of my knockAnd this I ask of You to stock.1- 1