Prayer is the Soul's Sincere Desire by James Montgomery

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
unuttered or expressed,
the motion of a hidden fire
that trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
the falling of a tear,
the upward glancing of an eye,
when none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
that infant lips can try;
prayer the sublimest strains that reach
the Majesty on high.
Prayer is the contrite sinners' voice,
returning from their way,
while angels in their songs rejoice
and cry, "Behold, they pray!"
Prayer is the Christians' vital breath,
the Christians' native air;
their watchword at the gates of death;
they enter heaven with prayer.
O Thou, by whom we come to God,
the Life, the Truth, the Way:
the path of prayer thyself hast trod;
Lord, teach us how to pray!

Christian Poetry by James Montgomery
Public Domain

Poems For You - The Apple

The apple from the tree became the death of me;
From that sin I cannot myself escape;
Like drowning in the sea;
My life without Christ I cannot make. -- Webb

Soothing My Why Thinker by Judith Sears

Recently, my why thinker - 

part of the questioning section of my mind
it is very near my how thinker
floating somewhere between
the when and who bits of my brain

- was unsatisfied with the answers
a person of great renown was proposing
one jealous Friday afternoon.
I had asked why men put so much energy
into hurting other men.
The person of great renown,

assuming I was wondering why God
let bad things happen,

responded that God in His great wisdom
didn’t interfere with the goings and doings of men.
It seemed like a simple idea
but it seemed so wrong.
Godly men make salvation their focus
their voyage is toward the light.
The purposeful hurting of others
takes an evil heart and a lost mind.
Nothing at all to do with God
who leads us not into temptation
but delivers us from evil.

These wounding people have fallen
so far away from good
they are lost in the lure of liars
dazzled by the false creations of deceivers.
They dwell in the dark places
where spotlights glorify greed and gluttony.

Yet here is my natural hunger for redemption
my pure desire to surrender, to serve.
This is how God meddles
he spends my energy to love like He loves
making my goings and my doings His.
Soothing my why thinker

©2013 Judith A. Sears