Going Forth...

orchidee



Tune: Rivaulx

('Father of heaven, whose love profound')

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Church, but not only church it be

Where we can serve you fervently

Lord, but in daily living we

Your people, your witnesses be

 

Of ourselves we have no power

But we may serve you every hour

With your power and strength supplied

In you we trust and do confide

 

Loving in deed, not only word

What of your salvation have heard

Others, through what we do and say?

Bringing to them good news today

 

Partaken of the bread of life

Have we, gives peace, absence of strife

Food to sustain us, and the wine

Quenches our thirst, your fount divine

 

So you send us forth, sheep amid

Wolves, we are seen, and are not hid

Wise as serpents are we to be

And innocent as doves too, see

 

O that all taste food heavenly

'Tis resources scant ne'er shall be

Praying that all will come to find

You life, forgiveness, mercies kind

  • Author: orchidee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 17th, 2024 03:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.8.8.8.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 13
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Comments6

  • orchidee

    Where I've put 'not only church it be', I mean that we can see some people only in church, and might forget that they don't live there all week!

  • Neville



    but came in second to last .. is not too bad an ending ..

    • orchidee

      Thanks N. But I don't want to be fourth!

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Good song, Orchi.

      • orchidee

        Thanks J.

      • sorenbarrett

        Orchi interesting that Christianity shares the idea of duality the same as Taoism and Buddhism. Serpents and doves two sides of the coin. Good write Orchi

        • orchidee

          Thanks SB.

        • Thomas W Case

          Beautiful.

          • orchidee

            Thanks T.

          • Goldfinch60

            Good one Orchi.

            • orchidee

              Thanks Gold.



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