Hymns Community

SING TO THE LORD YOUR GOD

My brothers and sisters in Christ, singing for God is a wonderful way of worshipping, glorifying, and praising him. Through singing, our voices can be lifted up to heaven for him to hear. He delights in receiving our songs. It is a great joy to come together for him in melody and hymns. If you... read more

Poem?

“Ode to the Gentle Giants” "I do not love youth’s fever, its restless fire that burns too quickly, its noise, its desperate need to be seen. I love the quiet thunder of age— the calm storm that whispers through silver hair and softened laughter. Their hair, white as dawn, is not a fading light... read more

The silence

Here lies a missing corpse; a god shaped hole. Minstrels sing of its silence, dancing on its grave. Emptiness is all I've ever known, no light no stars. Nothingness is the noise that drowns everything. Screams, echoing in the infinite; never heard. Toll the bells, again, and again; until... read more

SING TO THE LORD YOUR GOD

My brothers and sisters in Christ, singing for God is a wonderful way of worshipping, glorifying, and praising him. Through singing, our voices can be lifted up to heaven for him to hear. He delights in receiving our songs. It is a great joy to come together for him in melody and hymns. If you... read more

Apathy

Numbed by apathy, consumed and devoured by my own monotony. A lost wanderer condemned to suffer by some ancient gods, or perhaps by mere odds. The bleeding persists, but one cannot always resist, that pull of surrender and isolation, and your own self induced damnation. So I suffer but do I suffer... (edited) read more

Cor et Mors: Heart & Death

Come closer, child, and hear my vow, The grave is patient, I take thee now. With bone-white hands I draw thee near, To strip away thy mortal fear. I am the silence after screams, The shadow threading through thy dreams. Where blood drips slow and candles bleed, I am the end to every need. Ash... read more