Tune: Buckland
('Loving Shepherd of thy sheep')
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Wait a while, here meditate
The Lord will come, not be late
He with us, e'en dwells within
Heals, forgives, cleanses from sin
Though things needful to attend
To each day that life does send
Help us know your Spirit sure
Residing in us e'ermore
What be in the deepest part
Of your sanctuary, your heart
Let not surface vain matter[s]
Inner peace disturb, shatter
Where words lessen, silence falls
God's still small voice to you calls
Not confused by outward noise
Nor distraction that annoys
Offering to Him our lives
Not complex plan He contrives
For us, but His purpose, will
Continue to show us still
Forgive Lord, us penitent
You your grace to us have sent
May we draw from your love sure
Be guided by conscience pure
Troubles real, yet small compared
With the blessings you have shared
Of future glory to be
Heaven with you, perfect, free
Take me on a step with you
Grant me graces, me renew
Earth-bound longings put to flight
All be lived here 'neath your sight
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Author:
orchidee (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2017 08:52
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7777 metre. An 'ahh factor' clip too! Awww. A 'sheep' is a lamb until it is one year old, I believe. Then it's a sheep!
- Category: Spiritual
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Thanks STEVE ~ MPS is becoming very Evangelical ! Love the Hymn and the Poem a very apt post for The Lord's Day ~ AMEN ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian. A work-place rather over-did it on a training day. Manageress' husband is a Minister; someone from another project was also a Minister; and someone from yet another project and his wife were evangelists-types. We had an atheist-type person in the group for the day! Got over-powered rather. lol.
Bit naughty really, as it was forced upon us all a bit. A good 'sermon' type talk by one of them though! lol.
Wonderful, and what a sweet voice and little lamb in the video. I don't know how you do what you do. You have great talent.
Thanks Heather. Yes, the ahh factor!
He is always with us. Good write.
Thanks Gold. But I fall by the wayside when I get me sherry out!
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