poems

The lamp that lights all darkness, #catholic #poetry

The lamp that lights all darkness,
Is drawn from sorrow´s vein,
Angels tend its lonely wick,
To see its glow remain,
Its rays spark soft and gentle,
Its red bears many scars,
Hang in the sky like ruby stones,
Amidst the twinkling stars.
The Angel’s blessed scourges,
Are brought to feed the flame,
Tortures, sorrows, death and woes,
Brought in Gods holy name,
The lamp can e’er be followed.
But never can be found,
Always lighting higher paths,
Which lead to holy ground
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I was asked yesterday about my Favourite #Hymn 

I can’t believe that I couldn’t think of even one #Catholic hymn. As my father was #protestant, my head is full of these lovely 19th century songs. Finally I settled on this one: its a very slow beat and gloomy song, but still very powerful
“Man of Sorrows,” what a nameFor the Son of God who came

Ruined sinners to reclaim!

  Hallelujah! what a Savior!

2

Bearing shame and scoffing rude,

In my place condemned He stood;

Sealed my pardon with His blood;

  Hallelujah! what a Savior!

3

Guilty, vile, and helpless, we,

Spotless Lamb of God was He;

Full redemption—can it be?

  Hallelujah! what a Savior!

4

Lifted up was He to die,

“It is finished!” was His cry;

Now in heaven exalted high;

  Hallelujah! what a Savior!

5

When He comes, our glorious King,

To His kingdom us to bring,

Then anew this song we’ll sing

  Hallelujah! what a Savior!