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Christian Poetry

Discussion in '2003 Archive' started by DanielFive, Aug 8, 2003.

  1. DanielFive

    DanielFive New Member

    Feb 20, 2003
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    Not sure if this topic is allowed on the music forum, but it is related to the arts so this seems the best place for it.

    Has anyone got a favorite Christian poem or poet? Any of our musicians tried to write music to accompany poetry?

    Heres a couple from Amy Carmichael to get the ball rolling.

    From prayer that asks that I may be
    Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
    From fearing when I should aspire,
    From faltering when I should climb higher,
    From silken self, O Captain, free
    Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

    From subtle love of softening things,
    From easy choices, weakenings,
    (Not thus are spirits fortified,
    Not this way went the Crucified,)
    From all that dims Thy Calvary,
    O Lamb of God, deliver me.

    Give me the love that leads the way,
    The faith that nothing can dismay
    The hope no disappoints tire
    The passion that will burn like fire,
    Let me not sink to be a clod:
    Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

    Hast thou no scar?

    No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
    I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
    I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star:
    Hast thou no scar?

    Hast thou no wound?
    Yet, I was wounded by the archers, spent.
    Leaned me against the tree to die, and rent
    By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned:
    Hast thou no wound?

    No wound? No scar?
    Yes, as the master shall the servant be,
    And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
    But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
    Who has no wound? No scar?
  2. DanielFive

    DanielFive New Member

    Feb 20, 2003
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    Here's one from the pen of CH Spurgeon, it is worth noting that he wrote this at the age of twenty-one.


    When once I mourned a load of sin;
    When conscience felt a wound within;
    When all my works were thrown away;
    When on my knees I knelt to pray,
    Then, blissful hour, remembered well,
    I learned Thy love, Immanuel.

    When storms of sorrow toss my soul;
    When waves of care around me roll;
    When comforts sink, when joys shall flee;
    When hopeless griefs shall gape for me,
    One word the tempest's rage shall quell--
    That word, Thy name, Immanuel.

    When for the truth I suffer shame;
    When foes pour scandal on my name;
    When cruel taunts and jeers abound;
    When "Bulls of Bashan" gird me round,
    Secure within Thy tower I'll dwell--
    That tower, Thy grace, Immanuel.

    When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
    When Satan stops my path before;
    When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
    When legioned hosts their arrows send,
    Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
    Thy battle-cry, Immanuel.

    When down the hill of life I go;
    When o'er my feet death's waters flow;
    When in the deep'ning flood I sink;
    When friends stand weeping on the brink,
    I'll mingle with my last farewell
    Thy lovely name, Immanuel.

    When tears are banished from mine eye;
    When fairer worlds than these are nigh;
    When heaven shall fill my ravished sight;
    When I shall bathe in sweet delight,
    One joy all joys shall far excel,
    To see Thy face, Immanuel.
  3. DanielFive

    DanielFive New Member

    Feb 20, 2003
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    This one is by Bill McChesney, a missionary who was martyred in the Congo.

    My Choice

    I want my breakfast served at eight
    With ham and eggs upon the plate
    A well-broiled steak I'll eat at one
    And dine again when day is done.

    I want an ultramodern home
    And in each room a telephone;
    Soft carpets, too, upon the floors
    And pretty drapes to grace the doors.
    A cozy place of lovely things,
    Like easy chairs with inner springs,

    And then, I'll get a nice T.V.
    - Of course, I'm careful what I see.

    I want my wardrobe, too, to be
    Of neatest, finest quality,
    With latest style in suit and vest
    Why should not Christians have the best?

    But then the Master I can hear
    In no uncertain voice, so clear:
    "I bid you come and follow Me,
    The lowly Man of Galilee."

    "Birds of the air have made their nest
    And foxes in their holes find rest,
    But I can offer you no bed;
    No place have I to lay my head."

    In shame I hung my head and cried,
    How could I spurn the Crucified?
    Could I forget the way He went,
    The sleepless nights in prayer He spent?

    For forty days without a bite,
    Alone He fasted day and night;
    Despised, rejected - on He went,
    and did not stop till veil He rent!

    A man of sorrows and of grief
    No earthly friend to bring relief;
    "Smitten of God," the prophet said
    Mocked, beaten, bruised, His blood ran red.
    If He be God, and died for me,
    No sacrifice too great can be
    For me; a mortal man, to make;
    I'll do it all for Jesus' sake.

    Yes, I will tread the path He trod,
    No other way will please my God,
    So, henceforth, this my choice shall be,
    My choice for all eternity.
  4. Gina B

    Gina B Active Member

    Dec 30, 2000
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    I'm a little bit partial to ME. :D

    What boundless mercy hath my God who called me to salvation
    All praise to him who is the hope of every man and nation
    He holds me safe at his right hand and should my footsteps falter
    Prepared before I knew was need were springs of living water
    What evil shall rise, or curse oppress, my Lord cannot oppose?
    The One who took the hand of death, yet o'er it Victor rose.
    All ye men that know his worth shout Alleluia to the King
    Let it echo in his courthouse, all honor to him sing!
    Turn from all paths of wickedness, the strangers way deride
    Lift up your soul unto the Lamb, our Redeemer glorified.

    I'm watching a sunrise change swiftly to gold
    The soft colors of morning quickly turn bold
    And though under it's canopy I'll often roam
    My eyes look past it's glory-I'm longing for home.
    When the whole earth is warmed from desert to sea
    The birds sharing the sound of their sweet symphony
    Though pleasure is drawn from joys that are known
    My mind isn't settled-I'm longing for home
    And when in cool evening with daylight retreating
    The colors all melding and slowly retreating
    My heart echoes the words as smooth as a poem
    This world's not my shelter, I'm longing for home.

    Gina [​IMG]
  5. Aaron

    Aaron Member
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    Sep 4, 2000
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    Excellent. Thanks!

    I love this one from Hinds' Feet On High Places. It's about humility.

    The Water Song

    From the heights we leap and go
    To the valleys down below,
    Always answering to the call,
    To the lowest place of all.
  6. DanielFive

    DanielFive New Member

    Feb 20, 2003
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    Gina, those poems are both excellent, you've definitely got a talent there. Any more you'd like to share?

    Thanks [​IMG]

  7. Dr. Bob

    Dr. Bob Administrator

    Jun 30, 2000
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    I second the notion for a second helping. Good job, Gina. [​IMG]
  8. Gina B

    Gina B Active Member

    Dec 30, 2000
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    Thank you. :D
    I'll share three more and that's it, unless I find that one I wrote to Dr. Bob opposing his view of calvinism. :D (not that I disagree with him, I just felt he needed harassing at the time) All of these have been online a while so a few people might have read them already since I linked before. BTW, I'm not ALWAYS stuck in a rhythm like these ones seem to portray my style as!
    Trial By Fire
    A trial by error, a testing fire
    We pass through the flames of burning desire
    A step at a time through the furnace we go
    The fire is so hot and our steps seem so slow
    Oh Lord give us strength as it gets hard to stand
    Against that which tempts us in this strange land
    We cry out for peace, for you to come and instill
    In our hearts and our minds, your perfect will.

    (Ok, I think I musta been depressed when I wrote these next two)

    Who Am I

    Leave me in my solitude and turn your face
    I'm just another Christian who's lost my place
    After walking dark paths I long for sweet rest
    Imploring to be restored to His breast
    And if I a glimmer of hope could see
    I'd grasp it and to His safety flee
    But now this road I walk alone
    Replaying sins for which I can't atone
    Knowing my only trust should be in His blood
    Yet losing sight of it in this dreadsome flood
    Drowning myself in my own tears
    At the same time ashamed of all my fears
    Feeling to worthless to plead His grace
    I'm just another Christian who's lost my place.

    A Whisper

    Moment by moment, the dark shadows creeping
    Shadowing what was, leaving fear of what wil be
    The secrets of many in it's dark cloud keeping
    Small flames of light burst reveal nothing to see
    And time goes on in rushes or at an unbearable crawl
    The faces all smile and dance by on the street
    Not knowing their falseness make the darkness more tall
    And makes the frustration and pain complete
    They say trust in my God and all will be well
    Not now but in eternity when time is done
    The present supposed made for torture and pain
    But in their joy of this world's death they overlook someone
    Imagining that easing life now leaves nothing to gain
    Go on, walk by while my soul bleeds to death in the street
    I'll not stain your life with my true worries or tears
    Maybe sometimes I'll even join in with your droning beat
    Your dry fountain of joy might mask my fears
    I'll smile inanely and wear proper shoes
    Not saying too much you don't want to know
    Not that I have anything worth saying to lose
    But isn't that life, to put on a false show?
    Now save your replies, your answers like cream
    Don't try to warm me, I'm used to this cold
    You're comfortable when things are not as they seem
    In this dread bitterness I will grow old
    With vague memories of tasting sweet melon-ripe dreams
    And cling to them should my strength start to fall
    No, nothing will ever be quite as it seems
    As it rushes by at an unbearable crawl.