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BS: Bedtime prayers

02 Sep 17 - 08:42 PM (#3874905)
Subject: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: gnu

Now, I lay me down to sleep
With a bag of peanuts at my feet.
If I should die before I wake,
Give them to my Brother Jake.


02 Sep 17 - 08:56 PM (#3874908)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: Steve Shaw

Hahahaha!!

What was that damn thing they played on Radio Luxemburg every night at 1a.m. as I was furtively listening under the bedsheet. I mean, there I was, rebelliously listening to forbidden early-hours stuff, homework not done, teeth not cleaned, fantasies, er, physically satisfied 😜- and then this:

At the end of the day just kneel and say
"Thank you, Lord, for my work and play".
I've tried to be good, for I know that I should
That's my prayer for the end of the day.


😂😂😂


03 Sep 17 - 12:52 PM (#3874984)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: Nigel Parsons

Copied from elsewhere because I didn't fancy typing it all out . . .


...told her a story and listened to her prayers which ended by saying, "God bless Mommy, God bless Daddy, God bless Grandma and good-bye Grandpa." The father asked, 'Why did you say good-bye Grandpa?' The little girl said, "I don't know daddy, it just seemed like the thing to do." The next day grandpa died. The father thought it was a strange coincidence.

A few months later the father put the girl to bed and listened to her prayers, "God bless Mommy, God Bless Daddy and good- bye Grandma." The next day the grandmother died. "Holy crap" thought the father, "this kid is in contact with the other side."

Several weeks later when the girl was going to bed the dad heard her say, "God bless Mommy and good-bye Daddy." He practically went into shock. He couldn't sleep all night and got up at the crack of dawn to go to his office. He was nervous as a cat all day, had lunch and watched the clock. He figured if he could get by until midnight he would be okay. He felt safe in the office, so instead of going home at the end of the day he stayed there, drinking coffee, looking at his watch and jumping at every sound. Finally midnight arrived; he breathed a sigh of relief and went home.

When he got home his wife said, "I've never seen you work so late. What's the matter?" He said, "I don't want to talk about it, I just had the worst day of my life." She said, "You think you had a bad day? You'll never believe what happened to me. This morning my boss dropped dead in the middle of a meeting!


03 Sep 17 - 01:02 PM (#3874987)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: gillymor

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
But if I die before I wake,
He can go jump in the lake.


04 Sep 17 - 05:44 AM (#3875104)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: Nigel Paterson

Gentle Jesus, meek & mild,
Look upon this little child.
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to thee.

         Followed by: God bless Mummy & Daddy, Grandma & Aunt Chris.


04 Sep 17 - 09:43 AM (#3875140)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: Nigel Parsons

A Single girl's prayer:
"Now I lay me down to sleep.
I wish I has a man to keep.
If there's a man beneath my bed.
I hope he heard each word I said."


04 Sep 17 - 03:36 PM (#3875197)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: keberoxu

All I recall, was sung:

It is time to go to bed
And lay down your sleepy head

and it was sung to

"Who's that knocking at my door..."
from Barnacle Bill the Sailor.

Obviously this lullaby left out that boisterous response,
"It's only me from across the sea..."


04 Sep 17 - 09:11 PM (#3875227)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: Bee-dubya-ell

I pray for Donald Trump each night. Specifically, I recite Psalm 109 Verse 8.

Let his days be few
Let another take his office


05 Sep 17 - 06:35 PM (#3875401)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: gnu

BWL... you have far too much patience and prayers.


05 Sep 17 - 08:30 PM (#3875412)
Subject: RE: BS: Bedtime prayers
From: Donuel

dear lord I fear my prayers are selfish
I pray I will feel better tomorrow
all through the night the pain's hot and hellish
come morning there's a sacred song sparrow
tweeting who the fuck do you think you are.