Serene Servers

orchidee



Tune: St Timothy

('O Holy Ghost, they people bless')

Psalm 100

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Make to the LORD a joyful sound

Let praises here abound

All you lands, all the earth worship

Serve Him in deed and lip* (*words)

 

Serve Him with gladness, come before

His presence assured, sure

Know you that the LORD He God be

Throughout eternity

 

It is He that has made us, we

Have not made ourselves, see

We are His people, we His sheep

In His fold He us keeps

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2021 03:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.86. metre. A 'shortie'. Digit (finger) slipped, and pressed 'exit' before saving a longer poem. Doh!
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 36
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  • spilleronsheet

    Very beautiful
    And the last lines so true

    • orchidee

      Thanks S.

    • Michael Edwards

      Miss Berles is a serene server - she's an unobtrusive waitress. Nice one O.

      • orchidee

        Thanks M. lol. Ahh, you seen her again? I wondered where she had go to.

      • Goldfinch60

        Good one Orchi.

        • orchidee

          Thanks Gold.

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          The last stanza... What a surrender!

          • orchidee

            Thanks Garth. Yes - baaa - I'm a sheep! heehee.

          • Neville


            I was gonna say give that finger of yours a pat on the back but would you believe it, I was just getting into the swing of it ................... Neville

          • dusk arising

            The last line killed it for me..... children born handicapped - innocents delivered "in his fold" and people are so blind they worship that omnipotent god.
            A god apparently clever enough to create the world in 6 days but unable to control the weather from killing people. Fantasy.

            • orchidee

              I suppose there's the thing of sheep being silly, and following each other whatever may happen.
              I don't know how I would feel, or what I would believe, if I had 'special needs' or had any children with them.



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