Tune: Albano
('Once, only once, and once for all')
Psalm 27 v.7-14 parts
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Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my
Voice, and to me draw nigh
Have mercy also upon me
And answer me, my plea
When you said, Seek you may face, my
Heart said, it not deny
Said unto you, Lord, your face will
I seek, persevere still
Hide not your face far from me, turn
Not your servant, discern
Tun not me away in anger
You have been my help sure
Leave me not, neither forsake me
You my salvation be
O God, when parents may forsake
Me, you will me uptake
Teach me your way, Lord, and lead
Me in plain path, I need
You each day, because enemies
Me oppress, give no ease
Wait on the Lord and be of good
Courage, He shall, He would
Strengthen your heart, hear wait I say
On the Lord, to Him pray
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: January 11th, 2026 03:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6.
- Category: Spiritual
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments4
Call on God the theme of this hymn that repeats the admonishment to call on God and recognize him. Well done my friend
Thank you SB. I can't sshay shure sheeking after a whiskysh or three! lol.
Another smile on a Sunday and I'll take that as a toast so I'll get out the tequila and join you
Thank you SB. I sought KP's face but didn't recognise her now trouty appearance! lol.
Most welcome
A poem wrapped in a prayer...wonderful stuff!
Thank you D.
Orchi, this is prayer anchored in endurance. It doesn’t rush God, it waits with courage and keeps speaking anyway. And then, somewhere after the last verse, Popeye’s off to the side muttering “I yam waitin’, I yam,” Obi Wan nods wisely about patience being the way of the Force, and it all dissolves into gulpy, reverent glugs (can such a thing be?)…faith, spinach, holy water…all of the above? Take your pick. 🤣 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you T. Now look, Popeye, is spinach necessary for salvation? Nooooo, he says, but it's necessary for....... Sigh! we can't finish that! lol.
Good one Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
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