Tune: Pastor Pastorum
('Faithful Shepherd, feed me')
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Here I set my focus
Lord, I you confess
All distractions depart
Lord, you know each heart
Guide me by your Spirit
As you do see fit
Help me to attune to
You in me anew
Having precious treasure
In human lives sure
We be as pots of clay
Your glories [we] display
Leaving all our cares, fears
With you in our prayers
So your peace comforting
Us here in each thing
Trusting you will provide
Fro me, I confide
In you, and you reveal
Your will to each still
Forgive where I doubt love
Your Spirit, the dove
Help me not Him quencn, grieve
But His love receive
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2018 02:12
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.5.6.5. metre.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
May that Spirit always be with you Orchi.
Thanks Gold. Any of the other spirit, with water?!
Fine work as ever - are you perusing your ponderings?
Thanks Michael. Yep, perusing and pondering, with Peter Pier. Time for him to pick a peck of pickled pepper soon. He might be pickled already. He mightsh not be ablesh to shay thish if it had too many 's's in it!
I think he's a 'P' short of a po full.
love
received and transmitted.
Thanks Pauly.
I'd like to think a little finer
I'll be a pot of fine bone china?
Excellent Orchi
Bravo!
Thanks Andrew. Aww, we're clay pots, as human beings. Are you gonna be Crown Derby china?! lol.
Perhaps in the next life then
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