12-01-2018, 11:23 PM
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Re: Poetry please.
Oh, for a thousand tongues to singMy great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and king,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad,
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease—
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the pow’r of canceled sin,
He sets the pris’ner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
He speaks, and, list’ning to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ever, ever giv’n
By saints below and saints above,
The church in earth and heav’n.
Charles Wesley
27-01-2018, 11:11 PM
213
Re: Poetry please.
George Herbert, 1593 - 1633Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.
“A guest," I answered, “worthy to be here”:
Love said, “You shall be he.”
“I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee.”
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
“Who made the eyes but I?”
“Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.”
“And know you not," says Love, “who bore the blame?”
“My dear, then I will serve.”
“You must sit down," says Love, “and taste my meat.”
So I did sit and eat.
27-01-2018, 11:12 PM
214
Re: Poetry please.
Originally Posted by robert jnr.
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oh, for a thousand tongues to singmy great redeemer’s praise,
the glories of my god and king,
the triumphs of his grace!
My gracious master and my god,
assist me to proclaim,
to spread through all the earth abroad,
the honors of thy name.
Jesus! The name that charms our fears,
that bids our sorrows cease—
’tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the pow’r of canceled sin,
he sets the pris’ner free;
his blood can make the foulest clean,
his blood availed for me.
He speaks, and, list’ning to his voice,
new life the dead receive,
the mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
the humble poor believe.
Glory to god, and praise and love
be ever, ever giv’n
by saints below and saints above,
the church in earth and heav’n.
Charles wesley
27-01-2018, 11:22 PM
215
Re: Poetry please.
In answer to Wild Blueberry's question about Hearts:-THERE’S AN ECHO IN HERE.
“There’s an echo in here”,
said the heart to the brain.
“Where there ought to be logic
there’s nothing. Explain”.
“There’s good reason for that”,
said the brain to the heart.
“We’re getting older, you see,
and we’re drifting apart.”
“Nonsense,” said the heart.
“We’re all part of one whole.
There’s you and there’s me
and what some call the soul!”
“Agreed,” said the brain,
“but as time moves along
the connections between us
are not quite so strong.
The soul wanders off
in search of new grails.
Your arteries harden.
My memory bank fails.
It is sad, my old friend,
but you can’t press ‘restart’.
We’re here, then we’re gone.”
said the brain to the heart.
“There’s an echo in here.”
said the heart to the brain.
“Was I looking for something?
Just remind me again.”
© Silver Tabby 2018
27-01-2018, 11:25 PM
216
Re: Poetry please.
Sweetie Pie....I know a lady called Sweetie Pie
She is as bright as the stars in the sky
I met her not very long ago
she invited me here to learn and grow....
I know a lady called Sweetie Pie
As for a friend, she's the apple of my eye
She treats everyone with respect
even the men who are really henpecked.....
I know a lady called Sweetie Pie
she has lots of energy and oh so spry
So, Sweetie, I care as your friend
and I hope that will never end
My friendship I give to you
It will always be loyal and true
Take care, and never hide
Your beauty
and love
BE
your guide......
(c) Wild Blueberry, January 27, 2018
28-01-2018, 12:46 AM
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Re: Poetry please.
Originally Posted by Silver Tabby
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In answer to Wild Blueberry's question about Hearts:-THERE’S AN ECHO IN HERE.
“There’s an echo in here”,
said the heart to the brain.
“Where there ought to be logic
there’s nothing. Explain”.
“There’s good reason for that”,
said the brain to the heart.
“We’re getting older, you see,
and we’re drifting apart.”
“Nonsense,” said the heart.
“We’re all part of one whole.
There’s you and there’s me
and what some call the soul!”
“Agreed,” said the brain,
“but as time moves along
the connections between us
are not quite so strong.
The soul wanders off
in search of new grails.
Your arteries harden.
My memory bank fails.
It is sad, my old friend,
but you can’t press ‘restart’.
We’re here, then we’re gone.”
said the brain to the heart.
“There’s an echo in here.”
said the heart to the brain.
“Was I looking for something?
Just remind me again.”
© Silver Tabby 2018
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