Come Unto the Tabernacle
By Franklin Price
07/07/2023
Come unto the Tabernacle
Feel the love and see the light
Hear the preaching of the spirit
Through the pastor in our sight
Sing out songs of praises
Clap your hands and praise the Lord
Raise up your hands to Glory
And be all of one accord
Let the Spirit move within you
Keeping Satan's state at bay
That's why Jesus died for all us
On Golgotha's hill that day
All that's needed is acceptance
That He arose again to stay
In Spirit He is with us
And will never go away
In body He'll return again
From His home up in the sky
To take all believers with Him
To a place we'll never die
This poem was written about the church I attend every Sunday
The Bible Tabernacle
By Franklin Price
03/04/2023
Welcome to the Tabernacle
Where our God provides the word
Through our preacher, Brother Joe
The holy bible we have heard
Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
Died on the cross that day
Arose and went to Heaven
To provide the truth, the way
If we can only just believe
When our days on earth are done
We will be in Heaven with them,
The Holy Father and His Son
Until then our Savior's with us
Every hour of every day
He dwells in all believers
He guides us along the way
Provides forgiveness for our sins
Props us up when we are down
Christ Jesus is omnipotent
He is our king who wears the crown
When we're at the Tabernacle
We bring our part of Him this way
To share Him with the others
Here to worship and to pray
We sing and offer praise to Him
And we look to God above
When we leave we take Christ with us
With reinforcement of His love
Amen and Amen
an Arabian sonnet
Greetings to one who cries for salvation;
God hears the tears of your desolation.
Crying for our Lord’s shield from privation
strength comes, Messiah gives confirmation.
One day spent as keeper of His threshhold,
one day guarding the gate to His sheepfold,
better by far than one searching for gold.
No good thing will God’s Anointed withhold.
From your tears, create a thirst-quenching spring,
build fountains so gushing water can bring
life-giving strength and glory for our King.
How lovely, His tabernacles of praise,
How safe, the shelters He calls us to raise,
How blessed, strength to strength in God’s dwelling place.
Inspired by Psalm 84
April 19, 2021
contest: Your best sonnet this year so far
sponsor: John Hamilton
A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!
Tabernacle, golden box that houses Christ our Lord.
Within you is The Sacrament, blessed and adored.
You hold the Sacred Mystery by which we all are fed,
Eternal God made Man, now come to us as Bread.
Tabernacle, holy space where patiently God waits.
By grace we can believe though confused by earthly traits.
Within you rests the infinite, though we may never see.
No longer bread but Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity.
Tabernacle, house of gold, that holds our loving Lord.
Infinite in finite space behind your little door.
Incredible the mystery, that God comes to us all,
Eternal majesty in a package humbly small.
Time In A Tabernacle
There was the time we were in a tabernacle,
And then instead of singing always cackles;
In tune were not,
So had to fill slot;
Sang so loud put me in chains and shackles.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Burned up
Washed up
Lit up
Fed up
Smelled up
Held up