Happy House

orchidee



Tune: Carlisle

('Stand up and bless the Lord')

Psalm 127 v.1-2

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Except the Lord does build

The house, it does not yield

Any profit, but labour vain

Of man be, toil and pain

 

Except the Lord does keep

The city, and His sheep

The watchman in vain stays awake

For wolves the sheep may take

 

'Tis vain for you to rise

Ealy, sleep self-deny

And to sit up late, eat the bread

Of sorrows, fear, and dread

 

For so He gives unto

His beloved sleep anew

Built on rock your house, life is, true

If you His words hear, [and] do

 

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2022 03:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.8.6. format.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 21
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  • Neville



    For as long as I can remember, I have always liked the idea of a happy house ........................ 🙂

    • orchidee

      Thanks N.

    • arqios

      Vanity to work ,vanity to rest, vanity to rise up - no wonder house rock will have to do!

      • orchidee

        Thanks CB.

      • Fay Slimm.

        The best house is built on a happy rock - - thanks for the needed reminder dear Orchi.

        • orchidee

          Thanks Fay.

        • Rocky Lagou

          I want to consume this effervescent poem. I feel like when we build on a firm foundation we're destined for success, and this poem so beautifully expressed that notion. Thanks Orchi for your hymns!

          • orchidee

            Thanks Rocky.

          • Bella Shepard

            Lovely video, beautiful images and voices. Your last two lines are so very true, for life is built upon that rock of faith, sound and stable.

            • orchidee

              Thanks Bella. I sneaked them in, those last two lines. Not from the Psalm.

            • Goldfinch60

              God one Orchi.

              • orchidee

                Thanks Gold.



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