Tune: Bristol
('Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes')
Matthew 3 v.11-12
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John Baptist he did baptise hence
With water, repentance
Did people show and forgiveness
Received, he did them bless
John said, He that comes after me
Mightier than I be
I not worthy to His shoes bear
Though He does for all care
He, the Christ, He shall baptise you
With the Holy Ghost* true (*Spirit)
And with fire, His fan in His hand
To winnow all the land
The land of people's lives, He will
Thoroughly purge all ill
In His threshing floor, and His wheat
Will gather to barn's seat
And He will burn up chaff, the dross
Evil shall suffer loss
Burn up with fire unquenchable
Yet grace to His wheat all
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2022 02:43
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6. format.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments5
Another great piece my dear Steve🤗
Thanks C4C.
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4 more comments
All I gots is wheet and chap lips. The weather is changing a bit faster than usual!
Thanks CB.
Such a beautiful and serene video and voices to accompany a beautiful poem dear friend. You always give me comfort.
Thanks Bella.
Another fine hymn, Orchi.
Thanks Jerry.
I've always loved the saying "seperate the wheat from the chaff" as I feel it necessary to choose what's best. Especially when talking about friends, like some people are true and loyal and others plainly aren't. I appreciate this fresh poem.
Thanks Rocky.
Some folks talk a load of chaff - waffle! heehee.
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