Prayer for Amy

pearljo · January 24, 2008, 4:11pm

I come to You in prayer
Asking You to bless…
A very precious songbird.
This dear girl is in pain;
The kind only You can take away.

As I send up this prayer
Please comfort our Amy;
And in Your own unique way…
Let her feel Your presence.

It will help her so much to know;
That she is never ever really alone.

I have complete trust in You…

I know that You can hear me;
And will answer my prayer.

kevd7 · January 24, 2008, 4:19pm

wonderful. yes please, answer our prayer for Amy

pearljo · January 24, 2008, 5:47pm

kev, I’m to the point that I don’t think anything else can help her. Mitch is trying but she needs good vibes from us all. Anyway, it’s all I know to do.

billiefan2000 · January 26, 2008, 7:07pm

I’m praying for Amy and hope she kicks her addictions cause she is a great singer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL6N8f7EfIg

loner_1 · January 27, 2008, 2:18pm

That is a beautiful prayer…When I cry out I make sure to include all that is sufferng with a problem or situation. It’s tough, but we will get threw it

Alan48 · November 26, 2008, 8:48pm

From Numbers 6:
24The LORD bless thee, and keep thee:
25The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:
26The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.

manic_blue · November 27, 2008, 3:01am

There is strength in numbers.. I believe in the power of prayer and it’s ability to conquer what human frailty sometimes cannot overcome alone. I have been praying for Amy and will say an extra one for her tonight. Wonderful thread.

suestev07 · November 27, 2008, 3:18am

Amy has been part of my healing thoughts and prayers for quite a while now. She deserves no less.

manic_blue · December 16, 2008, 7:30am

Although I do not profess to “know” Amy… I know what a special spirit she is.. I know it in my heart and I would like to share a poem that expresses that feeling:

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…”
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Winehousedrunk · January 14, 2009, 4:35pm

Being quite new to this forum I just read this, and it is beautiful.
One needs to remain un-cynical about fallen angels, as in fact, aren’t we all just that? Let those with remembrance of flying, fly, or in Amy’s case, write and sing a songbook full, including all of Human Experience, for only then can it be called full. No-one who is truly creative can ignore or neglect one’s own demons, and to me, in a strange way, that’s comforting.

manic_blue · January 14, 2009, 4:43pm

Our prayers have been answered I think, to a far greater degree than any of us had ever hoped. I’m praying once again that she continues her recovery and finds her way back to continued better health and am grateful for the blessings she has received.

Alan48 · May 9, 2009, 5:38pm

Dear God, please give Amy a fucking break! Amen

manic_blue · May 9, 2009, 5:54pm

He has heard your prayers and says he will get back to you in about 3 weeks.

Winehousedrunk · May 11, 2009, 12:02pm

May she find herself inspired to break loose from the spirits that feed on her pain, taking her down, in order so that she can allow her spirits to be lifted to a level where she finds herself inspired to write about it, as before, with self-transcending honesty, for that is and will always be Amy’s great talent.

manic_blue · May 15, 2009, 6:19pm

I improvised on a Prayer of the innocents. I don’t think God would mind

A Prayer for the innocents

God,care for this little one. Watch over her in all her innocence. Guard, guide, protect. She is so vulnerable in this world gone awry. Abuse abounds. She has no shield, no defence. Be her shield, O Lord. Be her defence. Send your holy angels to protect this child.

Protect Her as she skips on the beach
Protect her as she plays in the sand.
Protect her as she sleeps through the night.

Protect her from all physical harm.
Protect her from all emotional harm.
Protect her from all spiritual harm.

Keep her from the influence of evil :
from evil friendships,
from evil thoughts,
from evil acts.

This I ask in the name of Jesus who always welcomed the little ones into his presence.
Amen.

Nature_Boy · May 15, 2009, 6:28pm

I pray for you Amy in the language that I pray, latin:

DE PROFUNDIS
De profundis clamavi ad Amy Winehouse, Domine:
Domine, exaudi vocem meam:
Fiant aures tuae intendentes,
in vocem deprecationis meae.
Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine:
Domine, quis sustinebit?
Quia apud te propitiatio est:
et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine.
Sustinuit anima mea in verbo eius:
speravit anima mea in Domino.
A custodia matutina usque ad noctem:
speret Israel in Domino.
Quia apud Dominum misericordia:
et copiosa apud eum redemptio.
Et ipse redimet Israel,
ex omnibus iniquitatibus eius.
Gloria Patri, et Filio,
et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper,
et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.

DE PROFUNDIS (English)
Out of the depths I have cried for Amy Winehouse, O Lord: * Lord, hear my voice.
Let Thy ears be attentive * to the voice of my supplication.
If Thou, O Lord, wilt mark iniquities: * Lord, who shall stand it?
For with Thee there is merciful forgiveness: * and by reason of thy law, I have waited for Thee, O Lord.
My soul hath relied on His word, * my soul hath hoped in the Lord.
From the morning watch even until night, * let Israel hope in the Lord.
Because with the Lord there is mercy: and with him plentiful redemption.
And he shall redeem Israel * from all his iniquities.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, * world without end. Amen.

Alan48 · May 15, 2009, 7:03pm

Prayers I most often think of for Amy:

Jonah 2

Jonah’s Prayer

1 From inside the fish Jonah prayed to the LORD his God. 2 He said:
"In my distress I called to the LORD,
and he answered me.
From the depths of the grave I called for help,
and you listened to my cry. 3 You hurled me into the deep,
into the very heart of the seas,
and the currents swirled about me;
all your waves and breakers
swept over me.
4 I said, ‘I have been banished
from your sight;
yet I will look again
toward your holy temple.’
5 The engulfing waters threatened me,
the deep surrounded me;
seaweed was wrapped around my head.
6 To the roots of the mountains I sank down;
the earth beneath barred me in forever.
But you brought my life up from the pit,
O LORD my God.
7 "When my life was ebbing away,
I remembered you, LORD,
and my prayer rose to you,
to your holy temple.
8 “Those who cling to worthless idols
forfeit the grace that could be theirs.
9 But I, with a song of thanksgiving,
will sacrifice to you.
What I have vowed I will make good.
Salvation comes from the LORD.”
10 And the LORD commanded the fish, and it vomited Jonah onto dry land.

A Prayer for my Daughter

William Butler Yeats

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
And under the arches of the bridge, and scream
In the elms above the flooded stream;
Imagining in excited reverie
That the future years had come,
Dancing to a frenzied drum,
Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull
And later had much trouble from a fool,
While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,
Being fatherless could have her way
Yet chose a bandy-leggd smith for man.
It’s certain that fine women eat
A crazy salad with their meat
Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.

In courtesy I’d have her chiefly learned;
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those that are not entirely beautiful;
Yet many, that have played the fool
For beauty’s very self, has charm made wise,
And many a poor man that has roved,
Loved and thought himself beloved,
From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

May she become a flourishing hidden tree
That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,
And have no business but dispensing round
Their magnanimities of sound,
Nor but in merriment begin a chase,
Nor but in merriment a quarrel.
O may she live like some green laurel
Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,
The sort of beauty that I have approved,
Prosper but little, has dried up of late,
Yet knows that to be choked with hate
May well be of all evil chances chief.
If there’s no hatred in a mind
Assault and battery of the wind
Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty’s horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence
And learns at last that it is self-delighting,
Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,
And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will;
She can, though every face should scowl
And every windy quarter howl
Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house
Where all’s accustomed, ceremonious;
For arrogance and hatred are the wares
Peddled in the thoroughfares.
How but in custom and in ceremony
Are innocence and beauty born?
Ceremony’s a name for the rich horn,
And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

June 1919

pearljo · May 15, 2009, 7:10pm

I love this from Philippians 4. Not a prayer really. The first time I read it, it just blew me away.

Let your moderation be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand. 6 Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. 7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. 8 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, [1] whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. 9 Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.

Alan48 · May 15, 2009, 7:42pm

^ Love that! Still looking for that other part you cited:

Nature_Boy · May 15, 2009, 9:37pm

hahahaha