Best Hymns Poems
I sure miss the old hymns of ages past.
With tattered edges their message still lasts.
Those five stanza’d jewels I know by heart--
“The Sweet By and By” and “How Great Thou Art!”
And “Count Your Blessings,” I love that one, too.
And “This World’s Not My Home, I’m Just Passing Through.”
But when I’ve done wrong and need to get right,
There’s “Just As I Am” and “Why Not Tonight.”
I swear I can hear my folks who have gone,
on “Vict’ry in Jesus,” they sing along.
Someday all the saints will stand and join in
As Heaven’s choir sings those songs once again.
Those old, yellowed pages worn soft by tears—
Oh how I miss the songs of yesteryear.
August 22, 2022
dusk
rains hope
perfumed to
quench crestfallen
roses as crickets
susurrate hymns
for a new
tuscan
dawn
why do all the hills rejoice
with rivers in the north?
why bother to go racing
in a race to then 'come forth'?
where on earth's the green hill
far away outside a wall?
and how can all God's creatures
be as great as they are small?
which dancer got up early
when the world had just begun?
and why do I feel frightened
by the words "thy will be done"?
how can any fight we fight
be seen as being good?
- the young me sang about a world
I never understood.
Hymns of salvation
That my own body
is my greatest enemy
was unknown to me.
Deluded,
O Lord, I was reveling in its pleasures.
The ones that
do not listen to Your tales,
never speak the truth and won’t feed the starving,
worry not about what is right and what’s not,
would not obey the Guru,
do not remember Your name;
O God, why should anyone care if such folks
are alive or dead.
O God, fed up we all are
kinsfolk with weeping ,
relatives with cremating ,
moms with giving birth ,
I with getting born.
20/Nov/12
Form: “Suzette Prime” with the syllable count, per line, of 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 etc , all Prime numbers.
For: Su Crous’ Prime numbers and Philosophy contest.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair.
* The philosophy of the poem is borrowed from the hymns ( in Tamil) sung by one of our( Indian) saints named” PATTINATHAR”, revered for his words of wisdom and deeds of miracles. The reference in the 3rd stanza is to the innumerable incarnations each soul has to go through, age after age, till it gets freed from the cycle of births and deaths on attainment of salvation. Here he is praying to God for his own salvation : ” In this never ending cycle of births and deaths ; times without number, have my close relations wept for me whenever I died, my near ones cremated me as many times; times without number, mothers gave birth to me and times without number I was born into this world. We are all totally fed up, going through this process repeating itself again and again. O God, deliver me once and for all from this terrible fate”.
Stanzas 1 and 2 are self-explanatory.
For SKAT's contest on 15 Jun 13
**Is it weird that someone my age (Gen Xer) actually likes the hymns at church? I mean I like the much more modern songs that they sing on Christian radio too, but I like the hymns. As such I wondered what I could come up with simply mixing the lines of the hymns up and wound up with this poem.
I will lean on the everlasting arms,
because I am weak but He is strong.
A mighty fortress is my God,
and I will praise Him all the day long.
I will turn my eyes upon Jesus
because He lives and because
He is a risen Savior who holds the future
and I know that He holds my hand.
Jesus loves me, this I know
because of His amazing grace.
So when the roll is called up yonder,
I shall see Him face to face.
frost wives sleep on the wings of butterflies
snowflakes. cool fingers touch my dream's edge
my dream nettles fades in a wombat pouch
I suck milk with my brothers in marsupium
they play my milk-mothers tweak eyes amorous
on the yellow ruins of cold sinful emerald earth
world lies deep the ocean frothing at the mouth
blissful mermaids naked flutter eyelashes iris green
skins melt like butter down the wall of buckwheat
drip by drip trickle into the cave of its triangular seeds
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
11 December 2014
Hymns of Praise
Singing hymns of praise
in the midst of a tempest
a sense of relief
Today my fellow Christians
Today we have a need to pay
To pave the way for Godly deeds
I offer this contest today
Three hymns you may choose
To whom may ever give the most
Of dollars which are in need
So may you be leaded by the Holy Ghost
Thus the collection plate did pass
Among the members who gladly gave
As cheerful givers do make
Treasures in heaven to gain
The assembled elders preacher and me
To start the count now gathered
But the preacher gasped
When he did smilingly behold
A folded thousand dollar
Shouting praise the Lord do pray tell
Who gives such grand benevolent a gift
Who wins the hymns of three
Who has sacrificed the best
And spied he did old hard hearing Edda May
Slouched low a back row seat
Shyly raising hand to the sky
The preacher ran to greet
Come forth and choose thy prize
Three hymns to you now may claim
As Edda May began to stand
Edda May the winner of three
With back bone straight and wondering eye
Edda May released a snickering grin
Declaring her name loudly spoke
Giving voice for all with in
I do tell at this moment of truth
Pointing her crooked index out
So many to choose from
So many have I always liked
And thus she began
Pointing to Sam
Raymond
And Claude
I’ll take him and him and him
The congregation began to sing
Have Thy own why Have thy own way
Edda May the potter
The three are the clay
Edda May just smiled
The children all did snicker
As Edda May walked arm in arm
With her new paid for fellers
Beyond bliss and innocence
Constellation blue ox
Sing out drum beat drum
When The Hymns Were Played She Danced
In mind
Designed
Tingle
Jingle
Toes tap
Hands clap
Hymnal
Nimble
Every verse shakes with a contradiction
Binding mercy in chains with conviction
Every taste of truth is laced with divisions
Shared in unions ensnaring benedictions
Our time is told through triumph teetering
Upon sands once sanctified with gilt gold
Avenues bathed with balm culled from Gods
Aligning below the heavens to chant floods
Listen to the doubt of desire unlock
Doors resonating footsteps seeking
Corridors where a blessing awaits
Faithfully to pardon mortal dreams
Never ending waking trepidation
Drying eyes in the alleys unseen
Voices without stories reflecting
Shadows sensed staring unheard
Frescoes webbed by emotions washed
Over unrequited communions wished
Before candles lit in crumbling rooms
Illuminating statues weeping silence
HYMNS
Hallelujahs aloud
Hail our redeemer King
Honour His Majesty
Hear our heavenly praise-
Holy hymnody so
Heartfelt in musical
Hymnals of true worship
It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
It seems a rather awkward move,
To rhyme words like “Love” with words like “Prove”,
And to rhyme “Lord” with the word “Word”,
To me it just seems quite absurd,
Is there not a word around,
Which will make a similar sound?
It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
Maybe their aim was just to be,
A pleasing read aesthetically,
And the writer was too proud,
To change the word when read aloud,
But surely a hymn must be sung,
And those lines don’t trip off the tongue.
It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
Perhaps they simply didn’t say,
Those words the way we do today,
And that once upon a time,
Those pairs of words did make a rhyme,
We know our language has evolved,
So should the writers be absolved?
But it annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.
HYMNS OF FREEDOM
It is a a new day, what we live today
Free of servitude
Murana! not more a slave, bonds - girl
Murana ! not more a trokosi
Shout, shout the word loud for us to hear
Murana, break the silence your voice wishes to betray
and lightened the path the Olympian torches fears
This is the way you shall be known, Murana !
To be the fearless
To be the freed
Of your grandmother Miedoafe's replica
Because
When you dare not, the world behinds the shade, dreads.....
Which
What
Is laid deep in the smoldering of the quenched fires
Where its smokes revives the echoes of yesterday
Of you, the heart felts when been abused
From the sufferings of fathers sins
Who never educate us
Who never make a wealth
Who never rules well
Who never..................
So today, stand firm against it
Break the chain that linked us
For freedom from imprisoned egos
Ignorance, Corruption, and bad governance
All
Been a freed Trokosi.
church’s songs
praising God’s name
I sing holy… proclaim!
heart’s gladness in solemn prayer
worship
May 17, 2023 6.03am
Ephesians 5:19
Speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody with your heart to the Lord.