Little Life


Tune: heathlands

('God of mercy, God of grace')

Psalm 39 v.4-8


Little me, Lord, make me know

How brief my days, them me show

So I see how frail I be

Compared to you, Almighty

I humble self 'neath your hand

Meek shall inherit the land


Behold, my days a a span

Be, and no one surely can

Prolong them, man as vapour

Be, which passes as mist, see

Yet such you, Lord, look upon

And save through Jesus your Son


People stir in vanity

And their lives they troubled be

If pursuing worldly gain

Causes them distress and pain

True riches be found in you

Only good and only true


And now Lord what wait I for?

You are my hope evermore

Save me from all my sins, take

Them away for mercies' sake

Hoping in you make me not

Prone to reproach, shameful lot

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2022 02:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in format.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 32
  • User favorite of this poem: Crowns4Christ.


  • Crowns4Christ

    Very inspirational brother Orchi, absolutely beautiful, like your singing, hahahaha

    • orchidee

      Thanks Blue.

    • Neville

      you can go large for very little additional outlay .. or so I'm told ..

      • orchidee

        Thanks N.

      • Bella Shepard

        Beautifully written. Though our days be numbered, we have the capacity to give the very best of who we are and that comes from a pure heart. Your heart is pure and constant.

        • orchidee

          Thanks Bella.

        • Goldfinch60

          Good one Orchi.

          • orchidee

            Thanks Gold.

          • Arvy

            Good read dear Orchi

            • orchidee

              Thanks Arvy.

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