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This came about after a very deep meditation I had in 1998. I'm not overly 'religious' but I like to think that I am spiritual; not following orthodoxy, but what I 'know' and have seen in meditation. Well as I came out of this particular meditation, I just felt inspired to write and when I did, the pen flew over the page leaving me with no time to think about what I was writing. It came in a flash as it were and I couldn't believe what I'd written as I lay down the pen after and read the words. I copied it onto my computer including it in a a book I began to write about my 'experiences' at the time. Having spotted it last week I re-read it and decided to record it, with some backing music and this is the result. Hope you like it and that I don't sound too much like a Sunday Vicar delivering a sermon.
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In Praise of God.
Oh, Magnificent Lord, in whose keeping I am entrusted, with humility, while still allowed and encouraged to address you in this way.
You whose thoughts have made the stars and all the universe, and spread them in a balance which has brought us into being, yet still listens to the call or prayer, that is uttered from our soul, and carried on to you as droplets in a stream are carried onward to the sea.
Lord, whose heart is kind enough to welcome all whose backs were turned, through greed and selfishness, but then returned, to recognise the hatred in their deeds.
Sweet Lord, our Father, Parent, whose love was handed on, to mortal parents for their children’s needs; reach out we pray, and touch the hearts of all the ones who’ve gone astray. Bring them back into the fold of human love, we all should know, yet hold within our hearts, just waiting to unfold.
Help us to help the weaker ones; bring love and needs to everyone who lives in darkness or in fear; let us bring the lightness near, to show the way that they must tread to leave the dark behind.
Oh, Lord of Light, whose call we hear through silent prayer and humbleness, be near us every living day, and through the night as sleep gives rest to tired limbs; but nearer still, as through our dreams we travel on, to other realms (where love still waits with those long gone), for short sweet meetings ‘till the dawn, when we return to carry on this mortal life of goodness, only if we will.
Help us to live our lives in truth, unselfishness and care for life, the preciousness not understood or comprehended as it could be, were we just to live our lives in innocence, as we should.
Praise alone is not enough to thank you Lord for all you’ve done; the words are lost in meaning of the love, which is the very essence of your being and your deeds.
How can a person such as I, insignificant in others eyes, be so important though to you, that if I were a speck of sand, your recognition I’d command?
Oh, all consuming Lord of Love, there is no other way to show how great I hold you in esteem, than base my life upon the theme you’ve set me as a task. I’ll carry on, do as you ask, and care for others when I can, forsaking evil every day, and putting goodness in its stead.
These things I’ll do for worship of you; and for man, to guide him closer to your side, as was your plan.
Encourage him to then abide within the arms of all that’s good, his feelings never hide, but open to the world, as only then they can be shared, as any burden should.
To help each one I come to meet, and by example, show the love which made me so, leaving them to wonder if they’d missed the path, but found the stream, whose waters now are pure and clear.
Waters from which, if they should drink, will also lead them for to think, that as they lean toward that font, a clear reflection too they’ll see, of all they’ve missed; but yet should want.
For, all I’d pray is just to be, a droplet in your loving stream, a mirror of your loving ways,
That lives with me through all my days, reflecting in my acts and deeds, and helping fill all others needs,
My joy? . . . . . . .Your name to praise.
Maurice Vizard
Oh, Magnificent Lord, in whose keeping I am entrusted, with humility, while still allowed and encouraged to address you in this way.
You whose thoughts have made the stars and all the universe, and spread them in a balance which has brought us into being, yet still listens to the call or prayer, that is uttered from our soul, and carried on to you as droplets in a stream are carried onward to the sea.
Lord, whose heart is kind enough to welcome all whose backs were turned, through greed and selfishness, but then returned, to recognise the hatred in their deeds.
Sweet Lord, our Father, Parent, whose love was handed on, to mortal parents for their children’s needs; reach out we pray, and touch the hearts of all the ones who’ve gone astray. Bring them back into the fold of human love, we all should know, yet hold within our hearts, just waiting to unfold.
Help us to help the weaker ones; bring love and needs to everyone who lives in darkness or in fear; let us bring the lightness near, to show the way that they must tread to leave the dark behind.
Oh, Lord of Light, whose call we hear through silent prayer and humbleness, be near us every living day, and through the night as sleep gives rest to tired limbs; but nearer still, as through our dreams we travel on, to other realms (where love still waits with those long gone), for short sweet meetings ‘till the dawn, when we return to carry on this mortal life of goodness, only if we will.
Help us to live our lives in truth, unselfishness and care for life, the preciousness not understood or comprehended as it could be, were we just to live our lives in innocence, as we should.
Praise alone is not enough to thank you Lord for all you’ve done; the words are lost in meaning of the love, which is the very essence of your being and your deeds.
How can a person such as I, insignificant in others eyes, be so important though to you, that if I were a speck of sand, your recognition I’d command?
Oh, all consuming Lord of Love, there is no other way to show how great I hold you in esteem, than base my life upon the theme you’ve set me as a task. I’ll carry on, do as you ask, and care for others when I can, forsaking evil every day, and putting goodness in its stead.
These things I’ll do for worship of you; and for man, to guide him closer to your side, as was your plan.
Encourage him to then abide within the arms of all that’s good, his feelings never hide, but open to the world, as only then they can be shared, as any burden should.
To help each one I come to meet, and by example, show the love which made me so, leaving them to wonder if they’d missed the path, but found the stream, whose waters now are pure and clear.
Waters from which, if they should drink, will also lead them for to think, that as they lean toward that font, a clear reflection too they’ll see, of all they’ve missed; but yet should want.
For, all I’d pray is just to be, a droplet in your loving stream, a mirror of your loving ways,
That lives with me through all my days, reflecting in my acts and deeds, and helping fill all others needs,
My joy? . . . . . . .Your name to praise.
Maurice Vizard
Axgrinder
You put a lot of feeling into this and did a nice job of narrating as well. I'm not religious at all but I am extremely spiritual. People need more of this in there life's. you have a nice speaking voice. Thanks for sharing and nicely done my friend!
Alvin