Best Hymn Poems

 In a hyacinth bed of seven stars,
winter fairies waltz in pearl elegance~
a token of faith engrossed amidst scars,
while skies drizzle rain in fruity essence.

Angel of sleep seeks through frost's icy thorn,
fallen feathers soar towards jasmine moon,
when lotus light within soul is reborn,
listen to the...

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Lord, place Thy Hand on the yoke of those who fly,
And guide them through the vast reaches of the sky.
Bring them safely through their perilous flight,
And may they ever look to Thee as their Guiding Light.

Lord, protect the sailors who sail the treacherous seas.
Calm the...

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In the marshmallow 
mirth of blueberry 
beginnings of bliss,
I wish upon stars
that blush behind 
mint-grey memories,
drifting along sheets 
of fluffy daydreams,
across orchid skies. 
For I am carving
silence before the
Goddess of Ocean
ascends and swirls to 
the sterling rays of 
the tulip moon. 
My pen pierces through...

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Oh, unhappiness,

you relentless tormentor of my heart and mind,

forgive me for I have never thought to thank you for

your presence in my life

but

I have just come to realize that, without your bitter presence,

none of the sweet instances of happiness, I would have been

able to enjoy!










©...

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When life's bourne becomes rocky and I suffer dreary days,
To the One above, I'll lift my simple hymn of praise.
For He knows my every need and takes me by the hands;
I place my hope and trust in Him, for He truly understands!

When upon the grandeur...

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When eye was eating my serial this mourning
Aye red the hole rules four the contest
Eye sore it inn black and white
It was plane for all two sea
The sponsor said wee CAN make miss steaks
Butt too me this practise isn’t write, 
Nun are aloud, they are...

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With a heavy heart I embrace 
Willingness to come forth efface
All my many unspoken crimes 
In the name of our Jesus Christ.

Beneath the breath of my still tongue
They stay struggling to flit among
Memories of stained sinful deeds.
In the name of our Jesus Christ.

To completely wholeheartedly...

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Where regal forts lie dormant now,
Once Maedbh beheld the Sacred Cow,

At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,

A vision, behold, Róisín Dubh,
Symphony of my stolen love,

Never before a sight so fair,
Like Adams ale flowed burning hair,

'Come now young seeker, take my...

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Hymn to Pan

Before Morocco was Roman, you see,
the music of Pan was African jazz.

At the Wednesday night prayer meeting
the percussion discussion of Mingus goes on,
getting' all jumpy and sweaty inside.
This is the time of the passionate stranger,
of bullfights and trumpets, of magic and lust.
You should...

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Magic of stars and beauty unsurpassed, bath me
In the fragrance of your dew, let my heart sing
The woodland voices to outlast, here on the sunless lea
Where bats and owl invisibly pulse their wing.

Like the moon she will come soft into my arms
Laden with the bright...

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I’ve got kids to wake,
A shower to take,
The clothes to press,
Myself to dress,
Breakfast to make,
And muffins to bake,
And children to take to school.

I’ve got the car to take,
To fix the brake,
The mechanic to pay,
Now I’m starting my day.
I’ve got bread to buy
(Not the wheat, but...

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Oh my lady Night, the dreamer’s mistress,
Enfold me within your dark and sombre shroud,
To sooth my doleful soul and show me happiness,
And unfold before me a world of mystery,
Then display your clouds to fill the emptiness,
Of bygone memories and forlorn miseries.

Instead of your embrace, upon...

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"Got any rivers you think are un crossable?
Got any mountains you cannot tunnel through?
God can do what no other power can do".

The lyrics to a song by John Wesley, a great revivalist
and accomplished song writer, speak to the practical SIDES
of our everyday LIVES and remind...

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Each day the sunrise voice whispers softly:
"Panagiota, reach for your pen!"
I resist and huddle under plaid winter covers
just wishing this voice would please, hush!
Are their no soul plugs for our lyric souls?

My creaking bones want to sleep but my heart 
whispers, "Oh, nay, rise thee!"
So,...

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I wake this day knowing there
is no space between God and me.
Already, part of eternity's mantle!
Just to be myself, naturally.

Even though fear and doubt
may appear as clouds to delay 
or to stifle me.
Being fearlessly me, despite
opposition....
Was, and always will be, my
life's main concentration.

To please a group, to...

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