Sing Praise Unto The Lord - Poem by Valsa George
Oh, my Father in Heaven,
Guarding me from all perils and trials
And sets my heart free of clutter,
For you, my songs of praise, I reserve.
All my life, I shall sing
Without fail, in bloom or gloom,
On every unfolding day
Through months and years
Till death and beyond.
Let my songs sail across the skies
And with the chorus of the heavenly band, unite.
Oh, the benevolent Lord of all creation,
Custodian of all wealth,
Contriver of birth and death,
The Master Craftsman,
Everything is your handiwork.
The lofty mounts
Veiled in misty snow,
The verdant dales
Lush and still,
The fathomless deep
Where mysteries peep,
All the flowers
That bloom and wither,
Bright and beautiful,
Everything, above and below.
Let me behold Thy grace
And sing Thy praise!
Oh! Redeemer of Mankind
Guide me through the dark,
Guard my steps where dangers lurk
Hold my hand
And never loosen your grip
Make me face the light
Illumine me with wisdom serene
And fill me with love divine;
So that You be glorified
Here, on Earth,
And in Heaven be!
A GARLAND OF GRATITUDE
Here as I post my 200th poem today
I feel the rising elation and excitement
Of a batsman hitting a double Century
And stand jubilant, flaunting the trophy won
Now I bow before all my friends,
Those gifted ones from far and wide
Who read and comment on my simple verse
Help me grow with invaluable tips
And tap my shoulder with positive strokes
Here on poem hunter, the convergent streams unite
To join the confluence of an ever swelling sea
Of rhymed verse, such sheer delight
Here, we partake of each day’s poetic feast
Learning from others and strengthening our ties
I wish my friends, sunshine and blazing light
To brighten your paths and brave ahead
I wish you cheer and a train of friends
Also many a bliss and help from above
And all the grace to fare in life
To live evermore as poets of renown!
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