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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Humble Hymn Book</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Humble Hymn Book</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am the humble Hymn book, <br>You may have heard of me before.<br>You’d see me on the seat in front, <br>Or maybe on the floor.<br>But now I’m mostly not in Church, <br>No more beneath your feet.<br>Because, you see, the times have changed, <br>And now I’m obsolete<br> <br>I can’t seem to project myself, <br>In colours on the wall, <br>That clash with background graphics, <br>And words that are too small.<br>I don’t know how to show a verse, <br>Out of order or upside down.<br>Or jump between the choruses, <br>Like some demented clown.<br> <br>(Perhaps that’s what they want these days, <br>And clearly I’m not ‘with it’.<br>But it isn’t what they used to call, <br>The moving of the Spirit) <br> <br>I have no bulb or fuse to blow, <br>Just at the worship’s height.<br>I’m not troubled by a power cut, <br>Except perhaps at night<br>I wish I had some software, <br>To confuse a hapless aide.<br>Or cables draped across the floor, <br>To trip up some old maid.<br> <br>One time, any humble soul, <br>Could give out a book like me.<br>But now it needs a graduate, <br>To handle the technology.<br>My contents are an open book<br>An ever flowing stream<br>Not limited by the dictates<br>Of a pre programmed worship team<br> <br>(When thieves break into Church you know, <br>No value they see in me, <br>As well as the collection <br>They take the laptop and PC.) <br> <br>Do I have a future then? <br>My prospects may seem hopeless<br>Who cares this low tech book contains<br>A treasure trove of witness? <br>I’ll sit here in this cupboard dark<br>With the years of gathering dust<br>But I’ll be ready, at your call<br>When your novelties are bust</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Coldwell">John Coldwell</a><div class=q>
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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 change..."></div>
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