Sing me a new song, praise to the name: I will do a marvellous thing; nothing shall be the same.
The wisdom of the wise will perish; prudent understanding hid.
Sing me a new song: the one to seal the lid; and put hypocrisy in it's place.
Who can see my face?
The humble shall understand; the meek; the lost.
Sing me a new song: one that counts the cost.
That sings of the glory, my Father gave to me; and of His loving kindness, to all who bend the knee.
Sing of my glory, and all it enfolds: of victory; and honour; for all who are shown...
Weak and heavy laden?
I came to give you rest: sing me a new song; lay here on my breast.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Lovely write
Valiantstar, this carries the cadence of scripture and hymn alike…there’s a prophetic warmth to it that feels both invitational and solemn at the same time. The repetition of “Sing me a new song” gives the whole piece a strong spiritual pulse. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The new song is a heart song that springs forth from abiding and communing.🕊️🙏
A beautiful poem of praise to God. Well done
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