Within the sacred music of worship,
we’re to open our hearts and sing;
flowing from our tongues should be…
genuine praises for Christ our King!

Though the structure of songs vary
between spirituals, hymns and psalms,
in every instance, we acknowledge Him
with our uplifted bosoms and palms.

In making joyful noises unto our Lord,
there’s a freedom of melodic release;
unashamedly, we honor Him together-
contented in our sense of inner peace.

Within all forms of the Church hymnody,
we should experience… a divine rhapsody.
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Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Eph 5:18-20; Col 3:15-17; Psa 98:3-5

Hymnody: The creation and use of extra-biblical poetic and musical compositions in the worship of God.

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.

Deny we the possibility of order
Ignore we an Outside Law
Suggest we an endless possibility
Worlds without end
Positions simultaneous
Moving in all directions or none
Claim we the future as ours

Defy we realities of law external
Look we inward-outward simultaneously
To become one or none or all
Reject a single story
Saw we the Arms from Truth
Reduce we the Other to I

Forget we the order of Universes
Without-Within
The clockwork structures
Atomic
Celestial
Genetic
Physical
Biological
In and or-ganic

Reorder or Retell we the Cyclical Tales
Birth and Rebirth
Seasons and Times
Journeys of stars swirling through space
Endless flights of planets
Endless migrations of living things
Each rhyming to universal rhythms
Watts and amperes circular-linear mysteries
Predicting futures from their undisputed histories

Deny we external truth
Held here in the gracious grasp of gravity
Warmed gently by a tolerant star
Inhabitants of a universe
Unable to explain itself
Or even how its atoms came
To repel and to attract
In perfect tensions
Or to unleash energies
Predictable and measurable
In milliseconds and millenniums

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Marionettes macabre
Cut loose from our strings
Dancing slowing dirges
Proclaiming opening spaces
Beneath closed skies
Denying a Maker
Rejecting hymnody to sing
Ditties laden with lies.