James Tipp

Rookie - 408 Points (20-06-1945 / East London)

The Life Of Prayer Wet Malling Abbey - Poem by James Tipp

Gurgling streams perturb the silence,
No voice raised except in praise.
Seeking God in watchful worship,
Praising God through endless days.
On your shoulders rest the burden,
Of a world that’s passing by.
In your silence you can hear it,
As it makes its mournful cry.
So you listen in the silence,
And you raise your voice in praise.
Finding God in watchful worship,
Praising God in all your ways.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009



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