Indian Prayers




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INDIAN 23RD PSALM


The Great Father above is a Shepherd Chief.

I am His and with Him I want not.

He throws out to me a rope

the name of the rope is Love

He draws me to where the grass is green and the water not dangerous

I eat and am satisfied.

Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down

He lifts me up again and draws me into a good road.

His name is Wonderful.

Sometime, and it may be very soon, it may be very long, long in time

He will draw me into a valley.

It is dark there, but I'll be afraid not, for it is in between those mountains that the Shepard Christ will meet me

the hunger that I have in my heart all through this life will be satisfied.

He gives me a staff to lean upon. <>He spreads a table before me with all kinds of food.

He puts His hand upon my head and all the "tired" is gone.

My cup He fills till it runs over.

What I tell is true.

I lie not.

These roads that are "away ahead" will stay with me through life and after.

afterwards I will go to live in the Big Teepee..

I will sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.

So be it.


~Author Unknown~







Do not Weep For Me


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 Glint 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.


~Author Unknown~




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Prayer of Wisdom..


Oh great spirit, whose voice i hear in the wind..

And whose breath gives life to everyone..

HEAR ME!

I am weak and need your wisdom..

Open my eyes to the splendor of the skies..

Let me understand your teachings..

So i may learn the lesson of "Truth" and "Wisdom"..

And when life leaves me..

My Spirit will be with yours, Always..


©~By Staranne~




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Prayer to the Spirits


My grandfather is the fire

My grandmother is the wind

The Earth is my mother

The Great Spirit is my father

The World stopped at my birth

and laid itself at my feet

And I shall swallow the Earth whole

when I die

and the Earth and I will be one

Hail The Great Spirit, my father

without him no one could exist

because there would be no will to live

Hail The Earth, my mother

without which no food could be grown

and so cause the will to live to starve

Hail the wind, my grandmother

for she brings loving, life-giving rain

nourishing us as she nourishes our crops

Hail the fire, my grandfather

for the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings

without which we would be animals, not men

Hail my parents and grandparents

without which not I

nor you

nor anyone else

could have existed

Life give life

which gives unto itself

a promise of new life

Hail The Great Spirit, The Earth, the wind, the fire

praise my parents loudly

for they are your parents, too

Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life

please accept this humble offering of prayer

this offering of praise

this honest reverence of my love for you


By

H. Kent Craig




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