Tune: Bread of heaven
('Bread of heaven, on thee we feed')
Psalm 39 part
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I said, I will to my ways
Take heed unto, all my days
That I sin not, so I dumb
Was, and silent, answered none
But I was sad, heart was hot
I did meditate my lot
While I did muse the fire burned
Within me, to words I turned
Then I did speak, said, Lord make
Me my days know, for your sake
Make me to know what my end
Is, measure of days you send
For you do send all my days
Man to you watches and prays
So make me to know how frail
My days are, a handbreadth tale
My age as nothing 'fore* you (*before)
Man does vanity renew
Small and feeble as compared
To you, by grace I have fared
Man's life like shadow, passing
Yet he does you praise and sing
Gathers riches, vanity
Knows not what the future be
My hope Lord is all in you
Forgive me, to me good do
When you do come to correct
Even your chosen elect
There man's beauty is consumed
'Tis vain, it for moth is groomed
Hear my prayer, Lord, hear my cry
See my tears, I to you fly
Spare me, this life give me strength
'Til I then depart at length
Living for you, life's brief span
That you allot to each man
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2023 02:17
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7.7.7.7.7.7. It is a little human life, though Goldfinch and I are several millions years old, so we say! heehee.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments6
I think is right tune name. I'm sorting a couple of tune names that I've got mixed up. I suppose it's not necessary to always know the tune NAME.
little life could mean many things, an ant perhaps, or on the verge of dying .. low life on the other hand could be applied to a worm for example .. or someone despicable .. 🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀🐀..
Yes, thanks N. I slagged off KP - I said, you worm, you dust, you insignificant heap of nothing. Well, heap of botox! lol.
If you were really born in 1066 along with Mr goldfinch you too are really old and far too young for KP 😆
Thanks Teddy. Yes lol. The Prehistoric Trout - remember it?!
Of course I do lol
"As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth."
Thanks 2.
Such a wonderful contemplation dear Orchi. I suppose each life does seem little, but our collective life is infinite. Each day is what we make it. Good write!
Thanks Bella.
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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