The Humble Hymn Book
The Humble Hymn Book
I am the humble Hymn book,
You may have heard of me before.
You’d see me on the seat in front,
Or maybe on the floor.
But now I’m mostly not in Church,
No more beneath your feet.
Because, you see, the times have changed,
And now I’m obsolete
I can’t seem to project myself,
In colours on the wall,
That clash with background graphics,
And words that are too small.
I don’t know how to show a verse,
Out of order or upside down.
Or jump between the choruses,
Like some demented clown.
(Perhaps that’s what they want these days,
And clearly I’m not ‘with it’.
But it isn’t what they used to call,
The moving of the Spirit)
I have no bulb or fuse to blow,
Just at the worship’s height.
I’m not troubled by a power cut,
Except perhaps at night
I wish I had some software,
To confuse a hapless aide.
Or cables draped across the floor,
To trip up some old maid.
One time, any humble soul,
Could give out a book like me.
But now it needs a graduate,
To handle the technology.
My contents are an open book
An ever flowing stream
Not limited by the dictates
Of a pre programmed worship team
(When thieves break into Church you know,
No value they see in me,
As well as the collection
They take the laptop and PC.)
Do I have a future then?
My prospects may seem hopeless
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poem by John Coldwell
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