Found Poem

For Women's Chorus, Sister Applonie gave us a writing assignment. One of the options was to write a found poem drawing from the songs we sang in our last concert. (In case you don't know what a found poem is, a found poem is a compilation of lines from different literature. In this case, I took lines from several of our concert songs and put them together into a poem.) This isn't a fantastic example but it'll do.

Beside the dying fire,
darkness settles on the roofs and walls.
Hide me, Oh my Savior, hide.
'Till the storm of life is past.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham,
a shelter in the time of storm.
Let me to thy bosom fly
and slip the surly bonds of earth.
I'll take my heavenly flight,
on my way to those mansions fair.
Look, how the floor of heaven
is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
I'll join the happy angel band,
there to sing God's praise and his glory share.
Shout, "Jubilate Deo!"
I'll put out my hand

and touch the face of God.

Oh, receive my soul at last.