Tag: poetry

A Christmas Hymn

Yea, Peace on earth incarnate lies, And in His little finger Is pow’r that makes the dead to rise And demons scared to linger And God’s own blood there flows within, One drop of which blots out all sin; Thus we have peace of conscience.

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O Christ, Our True and Only Light

O Lord, show forth all Your grace, search for the lost, bring back the one who has gone astray, assemble the scattered, restore those who have erred and been tempted, so that they, together with us, might praise You in the Christian Church and receive the common salvation.

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The Joy of Sonnets

The sonnet form gives the poet precisely 140 syllables in which to make a point. One might think this would be limiting. Quite the opposite.

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