Revering Remembrance

orchidee



Tune: The Supreme Sacrifice

('O valiant hearts')

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Remembering those who have gone before

Or caught up now in conflict, battle, war

Their memory is blessed, poppies arrays

Show their service of past and present days

 

Remembering your sacrifice, Lord, we

In wonder of your life given up free

Offering of yourself upon the cross

Taking our place to there redeem our loss

 

For you yourself said, Greater love has none

That one lay down their life for friends, so Son

Of God, you chose to pay price for our sins

That we may new life as your friends begin

 

Lord, by your Spirit, give peace in our days

That unto you shall issue songs and praise

Your kingdom come, your will on earth be done

In heart and mind we not forget e'en one

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2020 03:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 10.10.10.10. metre. The clip has not got all the verses, but is one of the most poignant I found.
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments6

  • Michael Edwards

    Great write - let's not forget them.

    • orchidee

      Thanks M. My 'waffle'is below! Psst, I never told ya of the 'Headmasters Assemblies' held at intervals, when he could waffle on about all and sundry, apart from Remembrance.

      • Michael Edwards

        Never went to Assemblies - being atheist I had dispensation to miss them and sat in the classroom with a good book and one teacher who had to sit with me. Do they have religious type assemblies these days?

      • 2 more comments

      • orchidee

        I was ambivalent towards Remembrance in some of my school days. Some years we had a Colonel-type teacher who waffled on with 'I remember when....' which we dreaded each November!
        I re-visited the school some years later. Maybe tyring to get on the 'good side' of this teacher, who could be gruff. I wish I had not vistied. It turned out that I got barked at (not like Fido!) and 'Pull your socks up, man' lecture.
        He had a ridiculous way of standing to attention - kept swaying back and forth on his heels. The pupils mocked it in secret.
        Oh well, not to speak ill of the dead (by now).

      • FineB

        Hi Orchidee,

        A beautiful and great tribute to those who have sacrificed their lives to protect us and the nation.

        Keep writing ✍ and safe during lockdown.
        FineB

        • orchidee

          Thanks Fine.

        • dusk arising

          Onward christian soldaten mitt der cross of jesus leading us to kill and maim..... oh yes, I'm sure this was in the teachings of jesus.
          Disgraceful.

          • orchidee

            So it's man again, making religion what he/she wants it to be, for his/her own ends.
            How about the first two lines of Verse 3? Leave Jesus out of it if you wish, and just see it as a true comment in life - though He said it.

            • dusk arising

              Yes orchidee your first sentence hits the nail on it's head but not hard enough cos it's man making GOD into something for his own ends. That is what every church has done for centuries. Taken GOD from the truly spiritual men and made it into something with which to control minds with. Wouldn't be able to do that starting today because western man is too aware but thousands,. hundreds of years ago the common man was ignorant and the church used fear (lets face it they tortured people) to indoctrinate minds. You've inherited that legacy.

            • 1 more comment

            • Neville


              ..... I enjoyed this ... very good Steven ..

              • orchidee

                Thanks Neville.

              • Goldfinch60

                Good one Orchi.

                WE WILL REMEMBER THEM

                Andy

                • orchidee

                  Thanks Gold. The only thing we gotta FORGET is my singing!



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