Hymnal Poems - Poems about Hymnal

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 waters hymnal It must be a dream to...

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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 the bone. Imagine my demise in mindless undress, Conjured by rabid realms...

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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 hear the lonesome call of an owl's sad lament He sits...

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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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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 us,to dwell. inspired by Dudley-Smith form 'When the Lord'...

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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 cup, for my prayers are on top, For within this song,...

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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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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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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 the burden on my heart rolled away" (With Jesus, your sins,...

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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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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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