Hymns Poems

Annual Hymns

Sisters of the grey night,
Assemble on the chest of the hill.
The heavens enjoy seeing your wild gowns billow along
When the winds hiss with humble pride,
And when your restless lips murmur praises
To the Most High —
In elevated voices and strength.
Remember the summons and hasten
Towards the crest of the hill.
Curse the viper’s mouth and spit upon its

Only our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is well able and willing to deliver us

O it's only my precious Lord and Savior, who is really able,
To freely and fully deliver yours very truly,
From all of my habitual sins and all too persistent,
Inequities. O how far have I fallen from Your grace?

It's a miraculous miracle that you have not hidden
Your holy face far far far away from the likes of

High Hymns

Spirit begins…first songs passed on…link arms.
We’re knit…as one…one voice of saints syncing.

Our praise is wind. It winds through all of time.
We raise our arms on earth; from there love flows.

With kin we rode the ark and now speak life.
Our instruments, one breath…Yahweh…seeking.**

With limbs, we stand up tall, tethered to wings.
High hymns amplifying the one true

Cherub Hymns

angelic voices 
chorale atop ocean waves

fluid harmony


(@Deb's Blog: Bless all here, everyday, every way)

Garden hymns

 bustling birdsong
garden hymns, lawn mower
breaks peace

Prayer Poems by Michael R Burch

These are prayer poems by Michael R. Burch, along with a few hymns. There are also poems on the subject of God and religion—Christianity in particular. 



I Pray Tonight
by Michael R. Burch

I pray tonight
the starry light
might
surround you.

I pray
each day
that, come what may,
no dark thing confound you.

I pray ere tomorrow
an end to your sorrow.
May angels’ white

Temple Hymns of Enheduanna

Enheduanna (circa 2285-2250 BCE), the daughter of the famous King Sargon the Great of Akkad, is the first ancient writer whose name remains known today.

Temple Hymn 15
to the Gishbanda Temple of Ningishzida
by Enheduanna 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Most ancient and terrible shrine,
set deep in the mountain
like a mother's womb ...

Dark shrine, 
like a mother's

Chrysanthemum Hymns

As the saccharine shadows of daylight dims
You can hear the melodies of eager eve
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
Songs that the sun with the zephyr does weave

The tempo played by the vibrant sky is before us
Marigolds blooming and booming in the heavens bright
Psychedelic hues of the sundown plays a chorus
Dusk bowing to the music of the

I'M EVER PRAISING HYMNS-

He is my welcome day
And in each and every new day
 He comes before me grants me life 
And I give Him the fibrant praise, I'm so alive 
And in Him I am so alive I am I'm soul
Everlasting past Everlasting 
I am ever praising hymn
I'm ever praising Hymns

4/14/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

tuscan hymns

dusk
rains hope
perfumed to 
quench crestfallen
roses as crickets 
susurrate hymns
for a new
tuscan
dawn

Hymns

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.

From the Hymns

**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

I Sure Miss the Old Hymns

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

Hymns Sung In Summer Rain

Hymns Sung in Summer Rain
David J Walker


Driven by wind and rain
She sings the same 
  	As if the sun 
	Shown as a halo 
In her hair

The same as if
clouds were silver
bordered in dark swirls 
of crass girandole syllables 
with a flair 

The same as if
	no one dare 
	challenge a remonstrance 
	painted the name 
of

7-Hour Hymns

Now I don't believe there's jobs in heaven;
Careers the reason we do work so hard here on Earth;
Is because the sin nature but if there are it is only one job;
In heaven that I want it's to sing singing sing those the praises ;
To The King our God our Lord always 24/7 forever singing ;
7-hour

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