Upon the lips of babes asleep I saw light embracing light and so allowed my syllables to rest there as a prayer they might sing in their dreams...

God wants your adoration. He wants your confessions. He wants your thankfulness. He wants your requests. But most of all He wants you and your love for Him with all your heart strength mind and soul. What a joy it is to be so wanted by the Creator of everything.

The person who knows Christ best is the person who will pray best.

It is not an external enemy we dread. Our foe is shut up within ourselves. An internal warfare is daily waged by us.

It is a great gift when God gives me a stirring a feeling a something-at-all in prayer. But work is being done whether I feel it or not.

No debt Her eyes lapse into a stare. No debt someday when all thedreams are gonediscovered for when will that be Samuel Three times andthen declines forever.

My reality is at the end of the dream. When I walk down the road of life searching for the door that will guide me to my reality I am merely walking to confirm there is nothing there.

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.

Grant us a vision Lord To see what we can achieve To reach out beyond ourselves To share our lives with others To stretch our capabilities To increase our sense of purpose To be aware of where we can help To be sensitive to your Presence To give heed to your constant call.