Sunday Morning Embrace Poem by Leaking Pen
Sunday Morning Embrace
Sunday morning church organ
Releases stops in joyful hymns
Keyboards and pedal board in celebration
Sunday day of the Lord for some
My church is empty if not for its music
Piped through tubular brass and shining chrome.
I know God not by the chameleon of liturgy
His voice sparks my heartbeat through music
How many fallen angels saved by hymning
'Amazing grace that saved a wretch like me'
Strife in His name ignites scorching fires
Hate causes the world's populace intolerance
Music reunites fallen souls back to love and embrace
Music is God's only universal nourishing feast.
April 6th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014
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4/17/2024 9:09:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An amazing poem! Totally love it! Yes, music is the end-all of life and all of it's many trials and suffering. It saves us from evil at times just by listening to it's rhythmic tempos. God does speak to us through music, you can feel His voice touch your heart, mind and soul when hearing His poignant melodies. A really good poem, I agree with you wholeheartedly on music being God's 'universal nourishing feast'. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn