David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A Sunday Prayer 14 - Poem by David Harris

Dear Lord Christmas is coming upon us;
once again, we will be celebrating
the birth of your son Jesus.
Even as I say this,
the cold nights are approaching;
thousands upon thousands
will be sleeping in doorways
and ally ways with nowhere to go.
Their plight is not uncommon Lord.
Their reason for being there
are varied and many.
It is to these lost souls that I pray to you today.
With your almighty power,
help all of them through
the cold nights that lay ahead.
Cover them with your umbrella of love.
Keep them all safe from harm
and let each and everyone of them
see a brighter dawn.


(11 November 2007)

Comments about A Sunday Prayer 14 by David Harris

  • (11/19/2007 11:07:00 PM)

    This is the season to give... all of us need to help out, pitch in, even just a little bit... you may be saving an angel.
    My hat's off to you, David. This is a poem close to my heart.

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  • (11/13/2007 12:48:00 PM)

    I have been in those door-ways you speak of, even tried sleeping in a lift, slept night after night in an old car.......We can over-come
    This write says so much, we need to listen to your words and take heed
    Thankyou for your compassion and kindness David, you are a true soul to those less fortunate, God bless you for that
    Love duncan X

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  • Melvina Germain (11/12/2007 1:39:00 PM)

    Praying for these poor unfortunate persons no matter what the reason for their misery is a very compassionate thing to do David. I think Christmas for many of them would hold some warm memories of Christmas's past and bring a glimmer of
    happiness having once lived some happy times with family and friends. Many of them will spend their days at places like the Mustard Seed here in Calgary and fed by volunteers, people that give their time away from their families, very unselfish people. I know that many of the homeless are taken care of better this time of year and enjoy the food and the kindness of many. Unfortunately it doesn't carry on through the year. If only we realized that for many of us, we are just one illness away from the same fate. Excellent Sunday prayer David, I too will pray for these unfortunate people.

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  • (11/11/2007 11:08:00 AM)

    Yes the ones living in a box, and not opening them.. What is christmas to them, more misery praying for it to end... Amen 10 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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