Song Of Praise

Song Of Praise

 

Listen hear birds swing sweetly a song of praise

Chirping a vision of better days

The melody is hope the words true

It’s a song for me it’s a song for you

 

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

One voice is weak many are strong

It is a song of victory to right every wrong

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

 

Our father in heaven watches with a smile

In His eyes our fight is worthwhile

A reward awaits after the trial

Face the terror and forsake denial

 

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

One voice is weak many are strong

It is a song of victory to right every wrong

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

 

Preacher man says don’t you understand

Preacher man came and stole the land

Hypocrisy turning love to hate

See the evil the preacher man creates

 

But God is Love and his Way will come to pass

Dark skin doesn’t make us second class

The fight for freedom in paramount

I ask you brother on you can we count?

 

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

One voice is weak many are strong

It is a song of victory to right every wrong

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

 

Listen family Africa will be free

For we shall rise it’s our destiny

And God himself shall lend us a hand

Trust in Him you know He does understand

 

Won’t you come along and help sing our song?

One voice is weak many are strong

It is a song of victory to right every wrong

Won’t you come along and help sing our song? 

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Fishing

 Fishing

 

Down beneath the waters blue

Await treasures for me and you

Cause in the depths you’ll find

Fishes of every kind

To nourish the body and please your mind

Get line, hook and bait

Cast it into the water and patiently wait

Soon you’ll have a nibble or two

I think you know what to do

On a good day when all is done

You have food for everyone

Let alone a whale of fun

Once the fish seemed infinite in number

But the protectors began to slumber

Now the rivers are polluted foul

And islands of plastic are on the prowl

The ocean in life’s womb

No our mother lurks in gloom

But we can unite to turn the dirty tide

The clean the waters broad and wide

If we do not turn and repent

Gone will be the treasures heaven sent

And as we perish we will be wishing

That we could once again

Go fishing. 

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Return to Tintern Abbey Again

Return to Tintern Abbey Again

 

Misconception in a dream

I notice not a true rhyme

But to me it did seem

A place from another time

I never saw a city in decay

As an old man fading away

Though nature is exquisite

There is far more to it

Why worship the created

While the maker is hated

Yet let me not travel that way

I’ll guard the words I say

For I come not to judge you

Just to say I’ve been there too

With you I sit under the tree

In spirit I feel your glee

Thank God you were not blind

Thank God that He is kind

For what in nature you see

Is but one facet of beauty

Oh master poet long dead

Some worship the words you said

I realize it was not meant so

Each has a separate way to go

To unlock what is within

That is how to begin

For each one is unique

With their own voice to speak

At Tintern Abbey we did meet

As comrades in battle’s heat

The words you have once said

Your cause I have deserted

At Tintern Abbey may you forever rest

For at Tintern Abbey it was your best

At Tintern Abbey you did discover

That nature she is your brother

It may be unnatural your view

But I see it also too

More strange then a circus freak

More beauty then we can speak

In wilderness perfection we find

Yet this perfection is so unkind

Spring the coming of life

Summer celebration of the living

Fall it cuts as a knife

Winter it is so unforgiving

The circle it is then whole

On the circle travels your soul

Past, future, present

Still your life is spent

Your travel nowhere fast

I pray your nowhere to last

So farewell my good friend

At Tintern Abbey we’ll meet once again 

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