Tune: St Hugh
('Lord, teach us how to pray aright')
Psalm 55 parts
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Give ear to my prayer, O God, hide
Not from me, for beside
You, I have no other help, see
I trust in your mercy
Attend unto me, and me hear
Unto me now draw near
I mournful, downcast, oppressed be
Amony my enemies
Oh that I had like a dove wings!
Which melodious sings
For then from troubles I would fly
They not then be me nigh
I would in wilderness remain
Away from struggle, pain
Escape the windy storm, tempest
Be at peace and be blest
Cast upon the Lord your burden
He shall sustain you then
Never permit the righteous to
Be moved, but still stand true
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Author:
orchidee (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.6.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
A poetic reassurance and admonition in this hymn for a people used to travail. Well done Orchi
Thank you SB.
Most welcome Orchi
Orchi, there’s something deeply comforting and sorrowful intertwined through this. The old hymn structure gives the lament a steady heartbeat...like faith trying to stay upright while grief and exhaustion pull at it from every side. Really beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
And now, as foretold in the Third Book of Glugonicles...Saint Snoutius of the Sacred Mire took wing upon the Dove of Perpetual Soup and delivered unto Orchi the First Chalice of Eternal Glug. The clouds parted. The hymn modulated unexpectedly into kazoo.Zoohoozooo.....And lo, the heavenly choir sang in 4/4 time while Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus nodded solemnly from atop the Misty Spinach Steppes. 🥣🕊️⚰️📡🖤
Thank you T. There's only one beyond help. That Mr P.G.M. Solus! lol. Help to stop him glugging, that is.
Good one Orchi.
Thank you Gold.
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