Rhyming out loud

Hymn to sing this Advent.

CREATOR OF THE STARS OF NIGHT by John M. Neale, 1852

“Creator of the stars of night,
Thy people’s everlasting light,
Jesu, Redeemer, save us all,
And hear Thy servants when they call.

Thou, grieving that the ancient curse
Should doom to death a universe,
Hast found the medicine, full of grace,
To save and heal a ruined race.

Thou cam’st, the Bridegroom of the bride,
As drew the world to evening-tide;
Proceeding from a virgin shrine,
The spotless Victim all divine.

At Whose dread Name, majestic now,
All knees must bend, all hearts must bow;
And things celestial Thee shall own,
And things terrestrial, Lord alone.

O Thou Whose coming is with dread
To judge and doom the quick and dead,
Preserve us, while we dwell below,
From every insult of the foe.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Laud, honor, might, and glory be
From age to age eternally.”

The Road Splits

What’s to come down the road

When It splits in two

Left, right, which way is the true

The right softly calling you

The left appears easy, nice, a bit dark

Beep, beep, someone rushes through

Hurry, the show’s about to start.


 

The Light I seek

The light I seek is beyond a peek
out of the darkness of the mess
through out

Push, push the darkness out
Shove, kick, stand up, wave it away
Darkness gone, light shines the way.