Hello everyone,
I am sorry I do not have a longer post today, but I still have something to share with you all. I have really gained a lot of confidence in my poetry by posting it on here. I was mostly too afraid to read it to people in the past. Having this platform has helped me tremendously and reminds me that we all have a voice and want to share what we create. A huge thank you to all my readers who have encouraged me to write on!
I wrote this poem less than two weeks ago. It was inspired by a sermon my father preached on the holiness of God. I was reminded of the hymn Holy, Holy, Holy that was the first hymn within the New National Baptist Hymnal at my church and grandparent’s church. I have fond memories in my childhood of following along as the congregation sang with these hymnal in everyone’s hands. I also remember flipping through its pages when the service seemed really long. But that hymnal left a huge impact on little me.
I hope you enjoy my reminiscing and thoughts in the form of a poem!
Words in italics are lyrics from the hymn
Also hymn is one of the best hangman words!!! 🙂
A Hymn of Holiness
Holy, Holy, Holy was the first hymn
In the New National Baptist Hymnal
Holy, holy, holy!
Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning
Our song shall rise to Thee
Cherubim and seraphim
Were foreign
Casting down their golden crowns along the glassy sea
Did not make sense
But the long services with
Those red books held in brown hands did
Clapping, organ, and voices of all kinds
Surround the yellow tinted sanctuary
Made sense
That hymn became a joke
If you sang it in a low tenor
With your chin
Touching your collarbone
But looking back
Whoever chose the order
Probably put that
Solemn hymn upfront
Saying, “This is a holy book
Set apart
This book is for the purpose of singing to a holy God”
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
No clapping for this one
Not the common one
Not sung every other Sunday
This one is like the good china
The unattainable award
The best Sunday clothes
No longer a song to crack up about
No longer a song to sing with a voice like a bass toad
It is the first memory
You have of how pure God is
That first song
In that red book
At the time
Just an alternative to boredom
Now it is seen as a stepping stone
Towards a understanding
Of what holiness is
~ Kenedy M.
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