Fits tune: St Cuthbert
('Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed')
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Lord help us in our sufferings
To see you in all things
As you will, 'whys', 'whats', plans [are] revealed
Our hearts be stilled
Help us to follow, take up cross
Daily, will be no loss
Only to self and selfish ways
We give you praise
Grant us wisdom to understand
And see your guiding hand
Your cross it be, to work in me
Redemptively
Not burdens made of our own sort
Nor in our vain traps caught
But cross which puts to death our self
And gains your wealth
If we will follow, 'tis our choice
May we so choose, rejoice
In serving you, to put you first
You quench our thirst
The living bread you do supply
Your water of life nigh
Thus you give food, drink, spiritual
Sustaining all
So daily walk constructively
Changed to your image, see
We shall be fashioned by your grace
Then [at last] view your face
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: March 24th, 2017 12:07
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 8.6.8.4. metre. I have sought to understand what is, and what is not, taking up Jesus' cross daily. It seems not to be some things of where we sometimes naturally say 'we've all got our own cross to bear', where we may mean a few minor inconveniences. Or at least, it's more than giving up choccie biccies for Lent!
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Comments4
Good write.
Thanks G. I was reminded how eloquent the original hymn words are, when I played the clip through
THANKS "O" ~ for caring and sharing ~ A great Old Hymn and a great New one from your Spirit guided pen ~ AMEN. Blessings BRIAN. Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
Thanks Soul. I tend to observe days, etc, but not scrupulously. I don't worry if I miss a Saint's Day, for example.
We're seen as spoil-sports if we say Santa does not exist. Yet I know we keep Christmas on the day it is - Dec 25.
Here's another thing - today is the Annunciation. It would be - 9 months before date of Christmas!
Couple of tweaks made, to give more of the sense of the words.
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