Lament, Poets

Lament For The Quenchers

Weep, weep for those Who do the work of the Lord With a high look And a proud heart. Their voice is lifted up In the streets, and their cry is heard. The bruised reed, they break By their great strength, and the smoking flux, They trample. Weep not for the quenched (For God will hear their cry And the…

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Creation, Poets

Pied Beauty – Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles in all stipple upon the trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches wings; Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)…

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Lent & Cross, Longing, Poets

Batter My Heart – John Donne

Lord God, Batter my heart, Knock, breathe, shine in me, mend me. So that I might have victory, Overthrow me, break me, blow, burn in me, And make me new. Amen.   – John Donne 1573–1631AD.  English poet and pastor.

Poets, Prayer Of Church, Scholars

We Hold Before God – William Barclay

We hold before God: those for whom life is very difficult; those who have difficult decisions to make, and who honestly do not know what is the right thing to do. We hold before God: those who have difficult tasks to do and to face, and who fear they may fail in them.   We hold before God: those who have…

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Poets, Scholars

If I Should Brood Or Rave – G.K. Chesterton

This much, O heaven – if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in my madness if I strike me dead, Heed you the grass that grows upon my grave. If I dare snarl between this sun and sod, Whimper and clamour, give me grace to own, In sun and rain and…

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Christmas, Poets

Moonless Darkness – Gerard Manley Hopkins

Moonless darkness stands between. Past, the Past, no more be seen! But the Bethlehem star may lead me To the sight of him who freed me From the self that I have been. Make me pure, Lord; thou art holy; Make me meek; thou wert lowly; Now beginning, and alway; Now begin, on Christmas day.   – Gerard Manley Hopkins…

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Lament, Poets

My Soul Lies Cleaving To The Dust – Isaac Watts

(A Reflection on Psalm 119)   My soul lies cleaving to the dust, Lord, give me life divine, From vain desires and every lust, Turn off these eyes of mine.   I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray.   When sore afflictions…

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Lament, Need Or Trial, Poets

Hear Me Nor Hide Thy Face – Isaac Watts

(A Reflection On Psalm 102)   Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face; But answer, lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry?     My days are wasted like the smoke Dissolving in the air; My strength is dried, my heart is broke, And sinking in despair.     My…

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Need Or Trial, Pain, Poets, Short

Beethoven’s Prayer

Lord God, give me victory over myself, that nothing may imprison my life. Be the guiding light of my heart, lift me up from the dark depths.   May my sou be caught up in your wisdom, Fight its way upwards in fiery flight. For you alone understand me, and only you can give me the power to keep going.   – This prayer…

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Poets

Holy Sonnet VII – John Donne

At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, Angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath deaths woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space, For, if above…

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