Tune: Ravenshaw
('Lord, thy word abideth')
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Forgive Lord, where I fret
Of things past, or not yet
Meditation disturbed
Distracted from your word
Search my heart, you know me
All things of me you see
All-seeing, All-knowing
Ever my Lord and King
Spirit e'er residing
In sanctum abiding
Of my heart, though fill me
My whole being purely
I may to you draw near
Worship in lowly fear
Your presence be dwelling
In me, rule o'er each thing
What I want or desire
Your wisdom best by far
Help me seek of those things
Do what glory you brings
Heart our central core be
And too our mind you see
E'en our whole life you know
In Christ's image we grow
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2023 01:59
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.6.6. 'Heart' can mean our physical heart, and our 'central core'.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Or mandering your meditation?
Yep, thanks Teddy. lol
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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