Best Hymnal Poems

Waning sunlight casts shadows across bare branched trees
whose leaves silently tumble, carpeting the ground

Autumn murmurs with gentle taps on my window
I breathe a sigh in consensual reply
acknowledging the beauty of her creation
Nimbus clouds gather in twilight skies
to brush sloping hills a shade of purple haze
I...

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The tower’s high with striking chime
its clangor resonates.
With face of time now widely seen
clock’s scene thus viewed dictates.
Its dial white looks free of grime
new cleaning time awaits .
Loud presence yea with polished sheen
our day it regulates...

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Hymns above the leaves,
Only my sadness renounced.
Muffled miracles abroad.
Everything goes without saying.
Sliding into happiness,
Whooshing into wonder.
Eviscerate all logic.
Enumerate all grace.
The stars can't sing your song enough times.
However many times you may doubt,
Others ignite from your flicker.
Mountains carve homes for you
Everytime your praise is sung....

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This songbook that I'm thumbing through,
uplifts my soul, I sing anew.
""Amazing grace how sweet the sound,
that saved a wretch like me."
(John Newton, thank you for this song,
you changed your life, you righted a wrong)

"At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light,
and...

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"Oh blessed my soul, you maketh me whole,
You've opened my door, my soul you restore,
You've given me strength when tithing my tenth.
Praise my countenance, giving me confidence,
You've covered my health, your love I have felt,
The angelic host sang, and harmony rang,
So let me lift my...

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Hanging from the crane 
is the end-all, 
the pitied and plain 
inheritor of pain. 
  
It drifts and dangles 
in the weak breeze. 
You can't turn the pages. 
Accept this and die....

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A book full of words 
Each one connected by a tune 
To create a perfect song 
In its most beautiful frequency 
 
Two different worlds 
Labeled to be both picayune 
Even though there's nothing wrong 
They really are not just meant to be....

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I wish I could write
a simple poem like the kind
they read in church.
Poems with simple words 
"heart," and "soul," 
the kind that 
stay written down and chanted.
I am not
a sour puss.
My tear ducts open
just when the sentiment rushes.
I worship.
Why can't I write a hymn?...

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Identical hands hold death in dismay,
Moulding own fear, beauty hath no pretence,
Harrowed be my soul perverted in affray,
Violent is thy voice of mortal recompense.
Twisted torrents penetrate my sleepless dream,
Mirrored illusions, no moment alone,
Sound of this, my nightmare, ever in scream, 
Hymnal macabre, carved down to...

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When winter in quietness sleeps
not long indoor nights or snowfall deep
not wreaths upon the door nor trees in stark silhouette
not lights in windows bright or the holiday banquet;
not nativity plays nor carols, joyful sung
not presents exchanged nor hallway baubles humg;
but God with us ,Emmanuel
Jesus,come to...

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My emotions flow in time with the rivers current
It's so close I can smell it, what I long for
the tall cat tail grass brushing against my bare arms, wet sand and driftwood
a heavy heart longing to be carried home again
 my soul craves this, the...

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Joe Doaks was a hardened criminal
the truth about him wasn’t subliminal.
Then he met a sweetheart
who gave him a new start.
Now he leads a prison choir with a hymnal....

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