Tune: North Coates
('O my Saviour lifted')
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Forgive Lord, too many
Words here, do any
Speak of your life and love
And your Spirit, dove?
We are here, all earthen
You are e'er in heaven
So may our words be few
Hearkening to you
Yet by your grace you do
Give us words anew
Words of life, salvation
To all, each station
Help us turn from idle
Words, profitless all
Here a while meditate
Visit us not late
From your Spirit within
From hearts cleansed from sin
Your waters of life flow
We your presence know
Ready now to listen
Women, children, men
Hear your words and obey
They true every day
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: March 16th, 2019 03:03
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.5.6.5. metre. Not that speaking or writing a lot is wrong. But waffling on, or 'idle words' are no use! The tune lends itself to not using too many words, with a 'rationing' of 5, a maximum of 6 syllables on certain lines.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
A couple lines here really spoke to me. Soft, crisp and clean. Right on the mark.
Thanks N. All I gotta do now is 'practice what I preach'. There's endless waffle, once some people start. Aww, why some people remark 'Exactly' when I say that (meaning my waffle?)!
Why? Because I'm sure that they would rather feign comprehension rather than ask you what you mean. Not me though, the heck you mean "Waffle"? That a euphemism for something? lol
Oh, maybe it's English again. 'Waffle' means talking on and on, about nothing useful in particular, just going on boring and not stopping and .....see, there's an example! lol
Doing that must be easy for Sue. She never shuts up.
See what I did there?
I'm finally part of the gang!
Another example ~
Erm, not potato waffles! You know them?
No, I've had a waffle made out of peas though. (Yes I'm serious.)
you sure do have a way with words Orchi.
Thanks Michael. Does Miss Berles waffle? Use too many syllables?
She uses too many eggs. I like mine with lemon and sugar - bit like pancakes.
As for syllables - well there's only one Sylla.
Thanks UNCLE STEVE ! Like all Golden Oldies great TUNE
Speak O Blessed Master
When we come to Thee
Hush our Hearts to listen
In expectency !
Blessings for Sunday : no WAFFLING !
ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thanks B&A.
Fine write here Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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