Thursday, February 12, 2009

Light of the Body

Light of the Body
Laijon Liu 20090212

Bless the source, my Lord
It’s the spring of my life
Where I can draw my hope
And pour down a river

Cleanse the spring of my sorrow
Where bitter tears never dried
There I can wash off my griefs
And shed the streams of joy

Shine upon my windows, O light
Where my red roses are
So there I can adore each
And still fall in love

Poemprayer Note:
The light of the body is the eye.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The Moon Night Prayer

The Moon Night Prayer
Laijon Liu 20090127

Oh you, the light of my being,
Please call out your shining dawn.
Now my night is too dark and long,
And a new day shall speedily come.
Haven’t you wailed for us on earth?
Or forgot your agony on the cross?
Shall I keep on counting the stars?
Or staring at the moon till she speaks?

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Creation (Genesis 1-3)

Creation (Genesis 1-3)
By Laijon Liu (20081117)

Your spirit, your word,
And your cry,
Bring light into my world.

Your touch, your fingertip,
And your breath,
Give red earth your soul.

Ruby sun, golden moon,
Over the sapphire seas,
Shine their eternal muse.

Upon your vast bloom field,
Snow peaks, jade valleys,
Where life roam in dream.

Now I’m awakened,
By your touch and breath,
So I can feel my bone and flesh.

And somehow I know,
Your love and my suffering,
Are blended into your soul.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

What If He Didn’t Come?

What If He Didn’t Come?
By Laijon Liu (20081106)

What if He didn’t come?
I’d never dare to think.
Would Jordan still be clean?
For cleansing of right or wrong?
Would baby’s eye ever blink?
The purest light of heaven?
Burdened exile sitting in a stable,
And accompanied by cattle and hay.
At deep night would they sing?
Their happy hymn and psalm?

Empty manger, two pale faces,
And cattle stopped chewing hay.
Gloomy sky without starlights,
Vast plain stretch’d into valley.
Shepherds calling for their sheep,
And wind whistled with his grief.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Why God Sent His Son

Why God Sent His Son
Laijon Liu (20081020)

To God I swear I am for peace.
When my enemy burns to ash,
Then I can take a little rest.
And to the world I must claim
That my peace is in the Lord,
And in my guns and more bloodshed.

To my church priest I must share,
My love for freedom and rights:
Oh, the grace of breaking bread,
And the taste of scarlet grape wine,
That I receive weekly in the mass,
And daily I serve in the desert sand.

To my people I must speak.
We are the leader of world.
So we must not give up and run,
Let’s ship off our daughter and son
To fight the enemy of God,
As our Lord who sent His son.

To my doubting self I must say.
I’m never in peace, still pissed.
The world is not perfect world,
It’s okay to pick the second choice.
But if guns could provide us peace,
Then why God sent His son?

I wrote this poem for myself, that I used to be a warmonger. And if my family and friends were attacked then I would surely revenge. I know I am a person that is not perfect, but it does not mean I lack of ability of hoping to earn the gift of Son of Man, Who Has Power To Forgive (Power of Forgiveness), so this poem is for me and those who suffer the same symptom… as Bible says …time to anger, time for war; time to forgive, and time for peace… and peace is not built by weapon nor protected, only by forgiveness I guess, if I truly believe and hope one day God would finally provide to me, I hope. And I don’t aim my pen at anyone, especially not to leaders, and nor I find troublemakers are attractive and idol, especially those who are just being rude, while leaders and troublemakers are all fighting, only their field seem different to our eye, and sometimes pens are more vicious than swords. So this poem is for me and everyone else. Those who disagree, you may write me down in history… but still I rise:-) like dust, like a fat baby in diaper I rise:-) and don’t hold my poem on your right or left hand, coz I'm an expert on chicken wings, whether left or right, I swallow them all.

And More, above poem is created in a method of Role-Play Writing, as sometimes that I realize I can live and walk in other people's shoe, and grasp other's feeling and thinking (maybe I am a hero like the NBC's show:-), so I could imagine I be a batman or badman, a girl falls in love, a fugitive, or homeless, sometimes my mom, a drunk, so I feel I can write for them as whoever I would be occasionally, of course I dream one day to be a leader of people:-) usually after Friday's heavy booze, and by morning I find myself in my bathroom, giving a great speech in front of mirror in a hangover state, and some speech was just too convincing, and hateful as what Jesus said: "What's goes in the mouth is clean, but what's comes out the mouth are filthy." Which this poem is one of great example, yet still I could see and how I was hateful, and doubtful, but still want to carry a great responsibility to strive for good, merely a common man or a hero of tragedy. Then I also could understand why I get angry as those peoples show up in the news or on a high judging chair, and I pity myself for doing the wrong things because my anger, also I could feel a little compassion about me often struggling in my own weakness that I lack of ability to see as people do to others. So I no more see me or any other as a picture (good/bad), but a flesh laboring under spirit. I pity those who called out "Nail him on the cross!" or "Fight for liberty!" and in the end of my hungover speech, I find myself is the one, my greatest enemy, of God. If I must fight with sword for peace, then why God sent us His son?

Again, I think this poem is really good poem.
First, it reveals a brutal truth about our condition.
Poem often deals with beauty, but it does not mean the writer always records the fine face of life, unless he wants to write for market.
Nor I want to write a poem that gives someone a permanent name for others to call, so I must put on my character's shoe and dress and live in his/her house and labors his work to write something that shows complete human being as good and bad showing in one piece. So I can be fair and compassionate to the character I portrait. And the more I live in my character's life(let's say the one I dislike or disagree), the more I earn respect for my character and I also feel his/her conflict thoughts and difficult state he is in, and the more I look at myself as the same as that character. Often human being are so weak, that we pick a second choice that we've never thought we are going to... as Paul says what we don't want to do, we have done; but what we should do that we are never able. This is an example of self struggle. However we cannot forgive ourselves that we always pick the second choice every time as

To God I swear I am for peace,
When my enemy burns to ash,
Then I can have a little rest.
And to the world I must claim
That my peace is in the Lord,
And in my guns and more bloodshed.
It is tragic to hear such phrase, when we whole humanity find a clumsy or violent method to work for good, and often we are all fighting for a good cause, and we truly believe our ways and we swear to God.

To my church priest I must share,
My love for freedom and rights:
Oh, the grace of breaking bread,
And the taste of scarlet grape wine,
That I receive weekly in the mass,
And daily I serve in the desert sand.
As a Christian if God agrees that I am one as I believe about my faith, then I know my freedom and rights is through Christ Jesus who died on the cross by shedding his blood and breaking his body, that is the reason we have Eucharist to memorize and celebrate the freedom and rights that are already given, and all people are created and everyone is a part of God, but why we still doing such unnecessary sacrifice on the battlefield, God even has his good plan for nonbelievers, but some people may lose their life chance by our unnecessary sacrifice. As our priest weekly breaking the bread and pouring wine to symbolize, but after, we humanity daily break the body parts and shed blood of God on his field. Is it conflicting?

To my people I must speak,
We are the leader of world,
So we must not give up and run.
Let’s ship off our daughter and son
To fight the enemy of God,
As our Lord who sent His son.
I believe a leader of peace will bring us to peace, a general only knows about bringing his soldiers to war. As we pick a teacher for our children that we have to be careful about the morality of teacher, no one wants to have a greedy criminal to get near to their kids. And often someone who leads us to fight the enemy of God, and his/her convincing speech is that we should follow our Lord who sent His own son, but don't we know that God already sent His son? and His son already put our enemy(sin) on the cross, the price already been paid, and we never have to send our daughter and son? God did not even let Abraham sacrifice his son, are we and our seeds that holy compare to Isaac? God does not need us to fight his enemy, He can win all alone in style, and He already proved to us as the Gospel states, we never have to shed blood for peace no more.

To my doubting self I must say,
I’m never in peace, still pissed.
The world is not perfect world,
It’s okay to pick the second choice.
But if guns could provide us peace,
Then why God sent His son?
This part I tell I also have compassion about anyone who doing wrong thing in anger, and I understand his/her situation is never easy as the third person sees, but still, as I often did wrong thing and then ask myself what I just did.

Many people misread this poem, this is not pro-war poem, definitely anti-war.
I chose an opposite way to write it, which I guess better than straight forward shout that shows absolutely no compassion to the character, nor tells the complete view of a full person, otherwise it's always 'I am right and you are wrong' phrase that we yell at each other for 2000 years.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Poem of Christ’s Birth

Poem of Christ’s Birth
Laijon Liu 20080912

The baby King in a manger he laid,
Born of Holy and Savior's his name.
Army of heavenly hosts sang in angel’s rhythm
To gather the shepherds on earth
And to bring their good news and aid.
Oh, Jerusalem, depart in peace,
For the Messiah’s here, and you are redeemed.
Wise men’s gifts to the King of Jews;
Herod raided in a rage,
And Ramah started her wail…
But look-
God called His son out of Egypt.

Source: Luke 2:1-38, Matt 2:1-18

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

I Don’t See God

I Don’t See God
By Laijon Liu (20080730)

I don’t see God,
Nor I can draw Him in a form;
But I can only pray to Him in spirit,
And that is my truth for all.

I don’t hear God,
Nor I can teach His words;
But I can only beg His mercy
For every time I fail His law.

I don’t know God,
Nor I can avoid my fault;
But I know what’s good
And desperately hoping for His tao.

Do I believe God?
My mind ponders,
My heart troubles,
My strength withered
And my soul suffers…
For all my life I ask myself and God.

This poemprayer is inspired by the poem of Ms. Emily Dickinson, I Never Saw a Moor. I think my dear poetess speaks to me thru her poems from heaven.

I Never Saw a Moor
Emily Dickinson

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Zacharias' Lot (Luke 1:5-25)

Zacharias' Lot (Luke 1:5-25)

Devout faith and zealous practice
of an old man's incense prayers
drawn him three miracles:
childless shame, Gabriel's news,
and the work of silence
of God and men.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Poemprayer John 1:1-18

Poemprayer John 1:1-18
Laijon Liu (20080530)

O my great Word,
You shine thru the dark skies
With your eternal light
To bring a new sunrise;

But who knew
You must fall from heaven to earth
Into a lowly flesh,
That I can never recognize
With my very own eyes,
Nor hear your thunder voice
By my faith of Moses laws;

Unless, at one night,
I somehow changed my mind
To pursue our Father’s love,
Then I may bow my head
To read your footprint
Among men’s, says:
The size of the Son is true grace.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

A Writer’s Prayer

Oh God, give me the drama of Shakespeare,
Give me the prose and guts of James Joyce,
Give me the eyes and sense of Jane Austen,
And mostly, give me your pen of creation,
That I may paint my work of passion
Thru the drops of my blood and beer,
To build a perfect world on this blank page
To make it to sing and dance,
To bring laughters and to draw tears,
To rip off the covers for truth,
To born anew of an undying faith,
To shake my foes’ hand with love,
To cleanse heart and to baptize mind,
To company the lonely soul with hope
Before your morning light breaks the night sky.

I usually do not pray before I write, only when sometimes I put down the vicious words with hatred thoughts, that moment I know I need a prayer, and sometimes I dare not to tell the truth so I also pray. I know many writers pray before they start, and often wonder what they pray before their life work: words, lines, plots, links, or how to tell the truth, pursue love and sow hope thru fiction. And the more classic and great works I read, I find out that they exist for a reason, a living person beneath all the fancy expression. So I pray I may tell a story that speaks truth touch everyone who reads or hears it.


Sunday, March 23, 2008

A Voice I Heard

Cup by cup,
I drank the blood colored wine,
that intoxicated my mind
and eased my lonely night.

Piece by piece,
I received the breaking bread,
that filled up my stomach
and got pass my starving day.

Needs and wants,
I strove for a temporary name,
But besides wine and bread,
what else to feed my quenching soul?

Week and weeks,
I stood and observed,
the rites of Eucharist
of my symbolic faith.

Coin and coins,
I drew them out,
For the offering tithe
of my whole lot robbery.

Hours and changes,
I counted them with my wits,
But besides these routines,
what else should be my ways?

Words for Word,
I held up my hands and prayed,
How come the house of prayer
became a stage of political play?

Speech for ballots,
preached through a sermon voice,
Echoing howls over the sheep field,
crossed the boundary of church and state.

Days and nights,
I stared at the shock and awe,
And hoped one day God brings me away
to a quite place, and enjoy some true peace.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

You win, I win, and we all win

You win, I win, and we all win.
by Laijon Liu (2007.11.25)

In history I see
You were hanged on the cross,
that was built by political hand,
"Oh woman, behold thy Son."
On that cross you've won. You win.

In storm I see
Your leafy petal fell,fruit crushed,
trembling in riotous gushing winds,
but still, your blossom glowed
in a bitter smile. You win.

In world I see
vultures fly,wolves hunt in pack;
dough kneaded by powerful hand,
grape ground for the rich's wine,
But your word speaks to my mind.
You win.

In darkness I see
Your body were wrapped in shroud,
buried in tomb, covered by stone,
All secrets of unjust were sealed,
But morning light will break the dark sky.
You win.

In sleep I hear
Your ageless shout in silent present,
Slave to be free! Dream to be true!
As my hero said: "I have a dream..."
That one day we will all awake.
You win! I win. And we all win.


The power of God is in His love, mercy and forgiveness.
I have to remind myself when I put down words,
but I also have to be frank and truthful,
coz I don't make poem, but sit and capture,or receive.

So there are some part of this poemprayer I do not like,
and could not take them off coz I also need to be truthful.

I hope those will forgive me if I offend anyone by calling names.

Friday, October 19, 2007

God, Shower Down Your Rain

Laijon Liu (2007.10.20)

God, shower down Your oily rain,
Your long-awaited drippling grace;
Stir Your mighty gushing winds,
Your awakening thundering bliss;
Shine upon Your golden ripened grains,
Your living seed for our unseen faith;
Show us Your kindly smiling face,
Your promised gift for our true peace.

This poemprayer is inspired from a very famous death poem, 'Do not stand at my grave and weep'. I deeply believe the author holds deep faith for God, death to him is new beginning. So I wrote this poemprayer, which also regards about death by borrowing the scenes from the poem: rain, winds, grains, snow for grace, bliss, faith, and peace.

Rain/Water cleanses, the flood, or baptism, bodily death and spiritually reborn.
Winds goes with thunder, voice of Almighty, Spirit of God, pronounces Law and Grace.
Grains, seeds, sow and grow, death to & for life, to God's triumphant time.
Snow, rest and peace.

Source Poem:
Collected From

An early version, printed by others on postcards:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Friday, October 5, 2007

God, I Can

by Laijon Liu 2007.10.05

God, I can see You in a mirror,
If I be humble and kind enough.

God, I can hear Your word of music,
If I seal my lips and focus.

God, I can stretch Your mighty hands,
If I am caring and generous.

God, I can speak in Your thunder,
If I be truthful and brave.

God, I can walk in Your famous sandals,
If my each step is for peace.

God, I can taste Your fruit of Wise,
If I grow a stomach of faith.

God, I can do all things You do,
If I truly follow the step of Grace.

God, I can serve Your will,
If I receive the message of Christ.

God, I can,
Coz/If in You I believe.

This poemprayer is to encourage all servants of Christ.
I think I sound pretty proud in this poemprayer, especially the last line. This to me is a self-examination poem, coz I don't ever recall I see God in a mirror, nor hear the word of music... I read and hear the words of Christ Jesus, but often wonder I really understand...
So, on the heading of the last line I put Coz/If to encourage/review when I need. I dare not to use "Coz" in every situation I know I am weak, and I pray I do not use "If" all my life, it is struggle now, but I believe one day I will take the "/If" off.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

A Prayer To My Suffering God

A Prayer To My Suffering God
by Laijon Liu (2007.10.04)
Edited by Dear Ms. Mary Fairchild

O Savior of my life,
Will you meet me in my death?
O Deliverer of my hope,
Will you free me in my peril?
O Healer of my soul,
Will you cure all my disease?

When I cry, shedding tears
Do you taste my bitterness?
When I strive, struggling to survive
Do you stand by and offer your hand?
When I give up, with shattered dreams
Do you pick up all the pieces?

O Listener of all my prayers,
In silence and thunders I wait for your answer.
O Comforter of my broken heart,
In lonely night I search for your solace.
O Helper of my weakened strength,
In unbearable burden I seek your relief.

O Maker of heavens and earth,
May I call you my God?
Even if I never know your name,
Even if I've done some shameful things,
Even if I betrayed you and ran away once.

But will you forgive me for all my wrongs?
Will you help me when I reach toward you with my tiny hands?
Will you grant me peace even though we battled all our lives?

People say you set the rules,
But I know you truly love.
When others judge my covers,
You attend my heart and mind.

When my road leads into dark storms,
You will light up my eyesight.
When I fall on hard ground,
You will lift me up to rise.

When I face hardship and scorn,
We will together share our portion.
When I suffer in a hopeless sickbed,
We will together battle in each breath.

When I'm lost alone and lingering,
You will be with me, and guide me home.
One day I'll die and depart,
But I truly believe
You will lift me up.

O God, our Savior, listen to our prayer.
Fill our hunger, heal our sickness,
Comfort our souls.
If you wish not to answer,
Then please wait for us,
Because we are about to shut our eyes.


This poem/prayer is for all of us who are suffering in sickness, injury, departure, loneliness, overwhelming regrets, unrecoverable embarrassment, and hopeless situations in this world. A painful cry of death, man's prayer, is an urgent request, but somehow and sometimes answered in silence.

We have some prayers that need to be answered, but we are confused by his 'silence.' Lessons in obedience and perseverance are how we try to understand God's will, but I believe God is with us in our suffering and pain. He bears much more than we could ever know. So I call him our suffering God.

Some prayers he answers in his perfect will, which is not always what we think. But no matter what, he takes his portion in our pain, and our death, he takes away. God is present with us in life and even in our death.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

To Be


Faith of God
Created world of science
And us, who reason in between.

Power is granted freedom to choose
To know by myself
Or to believe what He says;
And I often wonder,
“Did God really say…?”

The tree
bears good fruit,
pleases my eye,
and is desired to make me wise

So I ask myself:
Which way I go?

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Eight Blessing

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu

Show us Your kingdom, O God;
guide our poor spirits to home.
Comfort us with Your strength, O God;
turn our mourning into joy.
Teach us to be kind and thrifty, O God;
so we may love and adore Your earth.
Fill us with Your righteousness, O God;
so we are never in hunger and thirst.
Grant Your mercy upon all, O God;
so we may share Your blessing to all.
Purify our heart and mind, O God;
so we would see Your blossomy glow.
Let us make peace among all, O God;
so we may not disgrace Your name.
Bring us to Your kingdom, O God;
we are persecuted for righteousness' sake.
Bless us , bless us, and bless us, O God;
Through our savior Christ Jesus
that You turn all our troubles into joy!

Mat 5:3-12

We Ask For

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

Our loving Father, in Jesus' name we ask.

We are Your beloved and You always answer;

Bring us into Your kingdom, so we may live in peace forever;

Bless us with Your Power,

With Your Love we can conquer all;

Crown us with Your glory,

It's our birthright to be Your children.

Worship to Your Word

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

Light comes in Your Word,

Day begins in Your Word,

Night falls in Your Word,

Heaven shines in Your Word,

Land left ocean in Your Word,

Earth fruits in Your Word,

My sun, my moon and my stars,

Stand for Your word.

My fish, my birds and my pets,

Play in Your Word.


We were born in Your Word.

And we rest in Your Word.

My dear Eve (Adam), My dear Bone (Flesh);

We fall in love in Your Word.


Your Word created the world,

Your Word created life,

Your Word created me,

Your Word created us,

Your Word is love and beloved.


In the beginning was Your Word,

And Your Word was with You,

And Your Word was You,

All things made in Your Word,

In Your Word, there is life;

The light of us,

In the life of Your Word,

Your Word came for us,

Your Word became ours,

Our Love, our Life, our World,

Our Lord and our God,

Amen in Your Word.

THE LORD is my Lover

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

LORD, You are my Lover; in You I build my dreams.

Let Your Heaven rain down Your love on me.
Let Your Blessings kiss my soul with Your Sweetest Mouth.
Let Your Earth produce fruits through the root of Your Love.

I shall be an evergreen, fruiting in all seasons.
I will be a blossom which basks in Your light and shines in all colors.
I am a fish and You are my ocean; in You I swim free and in you I live and play.

You are the blood in my vein, running through every part of my body.
You are the heart of my being, pumping every beat of my life.
You are the spirit of my soul, from the beginning and never ending.

Word of God

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

The Word of God

I feed;

The Word of God,
I trust;

The Word of God,
I serve.


How Does He Love Me?

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
(Inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee?)

How does He love me? Let me count His ways.
He loves me to the depth and breadth and height
His soul's almighty reach, when His figure out of sight.
For the end of my ways, and my new being.
He loves me to the level of everyday's
Most unknown need, by salt and light.
He loves me freely, over men's rules and curse.
He loves me purely, as they preach and praise.
He loves me with His passion for world to abuse.
His comfort for my griefs, and strength for my unseen faith.
He loves me with a love I dare not to lose.
On His lonely journey, - He loves me with His breath,
Smiles, tears, and His painful agony! - For God already chose
that He shall love me beyond death.

Son of Nun

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
(Reversa to Emily Dickinson's Son of None)

Lord divided sea - Moses behind-I AM,
Lord invited us - A Land before-I AM,
I AM - Who - I AM
Life is the bread of heaven,
doeth come down, and feedeth;
His Will - be done - as we pray
is a complete - gracious Gift.
Who Is He - Son of Nun,
the Promise - 14th of Hebrew's Abraham,
the King - 14th of Isreal's David,
the Messiah - 14th after Judah's Rebuild;
Himself - the One - waited and rejected;
Himself - the One - eternal and unchangeable.
In One - and only thru Him-
Son of Nun obtained his name - by His glorious Name.
'Tis Sign before us - His Son-
'Tis His Son in us and with us-
A Light shines in the darkness-
And Mary wept and rejoiced-
Her Son visited us-
the slaves of the world - found rest!

Prayer of the Passion of the Christ

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

O my loving Lord, Christ Yeshua;
My suffering is thy crown,
that deeply hurt thy forehead;
May thy wounded arms,
embrace me;
May thy wounded feet,
accompany my every step;
May thy injured heart,
always concerns me;
On my sinful cross,
shed thy Holy Blood;
and Thy loving Passion,
is my Redeeming Sacrifice.
Let my sins die with thee,
and my soul be restored in thee.

Like Father like Son

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

Take me, O Lord,
Take my pride away,
Let it not blind my eyes,
So I can see you
Through a leaf or a stone.

Shield me, O Lord,
Shield me with your word,
So you would protect my soul,
Let my mouth be closed,
And my mind open.

Save me, O Lord,
Save me from the judging one,
Not you, Not them, But me,
So I would never criticize
All that belongs to you.

Love me, O Lord,
Love me as your child,
So everywhere I go,
The world will say:
Like Father like child.

Mission Prayer

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu

O Sweet Christ Jesus,
Lead us into Your death,
and baptize us;

O Sweet Christ Jesus,
Guide us to Your resurrect,
and teach us;

O Sweet Christ Jesus,
Prepare us for Your coming,
and send us.

God of heaven and earth,
Lead us into Messiah's death,
and baptize us;

God of heaven and earth,
Guide us to Messiah's resurrect,
and teach us;

God of heaven and earth,
Prepare us for Messiah's coming,
and send us.

Holy Spirit of God,
Lead us and baptize us
thru Christ's death.

Holy Spirit of God,
Guide us and teach us
thru Christ's resurrect.

Holy Spirit of God,
Prepare us and send us
for the next coming of Christ.

Christ has died;
Christ is risen;
Christ will come again.

Prayer of Children

Poemprayer by Laijon Liu
Edited by
Bibi Baxter

Our Father in heaven,
Who created heaven and earth;
You are our only Father
And we are your dear children;
Change us the way you want us to be,
Alter our life you would like us to live;
Forgive our wrongs and
Forgive others wronged to us
Let your love peace mercy,
Shine upon our image and soul;
Soak our life in your grace,
So we may live in your justice;
Thru the fire and love of our Lord,
We may light up the world;
Let our spirits be true,
With help of the Holy Spirit;
In you we have no fear,
In Christ we are saved,
In Jesus name we pray,
Father and the Son with the Holy Spirit.
Forever Amen!