Tune: Quam Dilecta
('We love the place, O Lord')
Psalm 131
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Lord, my heart not haughty
Nor are my eyes lofty
And nor is my concern
Matters too great to learn
Not things too high, profound
But simplicity found
As I child-like behave
The lowly, meek you save
I have quieted my soul
When burdened by life's toll
My soul is as weaned child
Of mother kind and mild
Let all people hope sure
In the Lord evermore
Trusting in Him secure
Blessed they in spirit poor
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: March 14th, 2024 03:12
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 6.6.6.6. A lickle (little) one - only had one page left in my notebook.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments5
:Love this one Orchi. Great words.
Thanks SC.
Every man is to find his own salvation...
Thanks 2.
Yes indeed Orchi "in spirit poor" it seems that most church goers and clergy too have forgotten this part.
Thanks SB. Dang it, some places ain't poor financially. They keep passing round the collection hat - or bucket if really keen!
Well written!
Thanks GS.
Love this!
Thanks R.
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