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Pissants and the Power of Prayer

Updated on November 7, 2015
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History and science have proven that it is not wise for us to allow mans current prevailing state of ignorance to blind us, not only to the possibilities, but to the realities of life.

Nothing exists in the temporal world unless it is first imagined and then realized. Prayer is no exception. Prayer is not magic; it is real and bound by the natural laws. Prayer simply operates through a science that is beyond mortal comprehension. Human arrogance will never allow the ignorant, and fearful little man to come down; to descend from the towering peaks of his narcissistic construct of so-called human progress. And so, he will live and die this way.

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But I must pray to both God and man, because where does one end and the other begin?

My prayer to God:

Hear my prayer and read my lips.

Hear my prayer and touch my heart

Let the fires of redemption be stirred

Help me up! Help me up! Give me your hand!

Kill me with your kindness that I may be born again

With a much better likeness, and much closer to perfection

My God, Help me up!

My prayer to man:

Help me up, give me your hand, you may need someone when you fall down

Help me up, give me your hand, you may need someone when you fall down

I was a fool to think that a man could laugh at the gods and go it alone

My body it aches from the poison I took and it's burning a hole in my head

Help me up!

Help me up!

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But you must go now, and you must run very fast! Go, and seek the advice of a physician.

Who has seen the power of prayer working in and around the world, yet could only deny it.

Who has mocked both the prophet, and the simple minded man of faith.

Who will die a miserable death on his own account.

Hear Ye! Hear Ye! All men who are filled with mortal fear, run to the physician that you may be healed. Run, run to him now, or you may get much worse. The cancer inside you will only multiply. The broken bone will go sour and begin to rot. Yes, run to the physician, because you do not know how to pray. But I find no pleasure in your confusion, for my body convulses, and I am only weeping.

Who are these giants among men, although they are not, although they are no longer? I have seen them and I have been touched not only once or twice. I was invited into their holy council, and she stood as a witness. And she was white, middle aged, and European. And so a very long prayer was answered. All of my life was broken apart, and so I witnessed, with a great sadness, and with an even greater disbelief, as it fell into pieces. I shouted out in anger. I cursed God and the council:

"You know that I'm a man! You know that I am weak! How could you do this to me? What pleasure do you take in my misery? You have heard my prayer, and I have prayed for deliverance, but you have only taken my life and replaced it with the life of a pauper! This is not what I had dreamed. This is not what I have wished for. This is not my purpose! "

But as I continued, they only gathered me to them, as one might gather together a handful of mint, or parsley, and so I was in their heart. And they began to laugh out loud. Was it a minute? Was it an hour, or even a day? I cannot tell, but so this is how I came to understand.

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Nothing exists in the temporal world unless it is first imagined and then realized. Prayer is no exception. Prayer is not magic; it is real and bound by the natural laws. Prayer simply operates through a science that is beyond mortal comprehension. Human arrogance will never allow the ignorant, and fearful little man, to come down from the towering peaks of his narcissistic construct of so-called human progress. And so, he will live and die this way.

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I see that you brought a folding chair and some refreshments. Did you find a society of pissants? In your backyard, or nestled between the cracks of a broken city sidewalk.? And did you observe the comings and goings of the little creatures for just an hour? Did you hear their pretty pissant songs:

"I'm a little pissant short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout ..."

or perhaps:

" I'm proud to be a pissant, where at least I know I'm free. From the lakes of Minnesota, to the hills of Tennessee ..."

or this popular song of inspiration:

" I am pissant hear me roar, in numbers too big to ignore..."

or maybe you heard them singing my all time favorite:

" Shot through the heart, and you're to blame. You give pissants a bad name."

My God, why is this necessary, and why have you left me to die here all alone?

© 2015 Ronnie wrenchBiscuit

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      Ronnie wrenchBiscuit 14 months ago

      Thank You ginjill ashberry!

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      Ashley TKL 14 months ago

      Amen.

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      Ronnie wrenchBiscuit 2 years ago

      Thank you! You have shared a powerful story. Foolish, arrogant men will always deny the truth of what they cannot explain with their "empirical evidence". But I see that you did not let their foolishness lead you to an early grave. I have little faith or respect for men, but there is nothing that God cannot do. And this is at least one thing that we share in common. There is no man who could ever give you another explanation for what happened to you. Of course, they could try, but no one can make you believe in a fiction, when you, yourself, have felt the power of God.

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      This is a powerful hub here of truth on prayer. I know without a doubt that I was healed of breast cancer through prayer. It was there big time and then it was gone. All the doctors were baffled, and I love it when God baffle doctors. When I saw the huge cluster of calcifications up on the screen, I knew I had cancer, but a funny thing happened, I felt a peace like I have never known before fall down on me, and I know it was the peace that passes all understanding.

      I am still cancer free. I have seen many miracles happen through prayers or prayers answered through my faith in believing they will be answered, and not always as I believe they will be, but still are answered.

      I love to share how my prayers are answered.

      Up ++++ tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing

      Keep the faith

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      Steven Miller 2 years ago from Ohio Great City of Dayton

      Voted up and moving on to more of your hubs! The truth is like a wildfire it just has to take hold. Or as Tesla says

      "The spread of civilisation may be likened to a fire; first, a feeble spark, next a flickering flame, then a mighty blaze, ever increasing in speed and power."

      I see a mighty blaze in the midst. We are that civilization. The world we live Tesla's' but the keeper of this reality is Christ. We keep moving away from self sustainability and for this we shall all pay. I still think I'm dreaming lately, seems now my awake reality rivals that of my dreams.

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      Michael-Milec 2 years ago

      Hello wrenchbiscuit.

      A masterpiece. You know it without my admitting.

      A whirlwind passed through my head while reading,-

      and died on spot.. . Easing my mind.

      The way is clear for a pissant continue to pray and live, and live.

      Your teaching is awesome.

      Voted awesome and interesting.

      Peace with us.

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      Lee Cloak 2 years ago

      A great piece of writing, full of wonderful words and packed with meaning, very enjoyable, thanks, voted up, Lee

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      deergha 2 years ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

      Heart touching work here. Loved every bit of it. Prayer to the God for the answers that we can not find out of our empty ignorance and your poem told it all. Great work.

      Sharing and voted up interesting.

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      Shyron E Shenko 2 years ago from Texas

      Ronnie, I love your poem. Voted up, UABI and shared. I have missed you and hope that all is well with you.

      Blessings to you my friend.