#NovemberNotes Day 8/Photo Challenge: Poem – English Sonnet – “How Sweet the Sound” #amwriting #poetry #photochalldnge


Today’s November Notes Prompt song for day 8 is “Broken Vessels” by Hillsong United. I’m combining the song Prompt with the NEKNEERAJ from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie weekly Photo Challenge.

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Broken Vessels” – Hillsong United

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“Oh I can see you now

Oh I can see the love in Your eyes

Laying yourself down

Raising up the broken to life

You take our failure

You take our weakness

You set Your treasure

In jars of clay

So take this heart, Lord

I’ll be Your vessel

The world to see

Your life in me

Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now I’m found

Was blind but now I see.”

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I know that everyone must one day go on,

And the love in your eyes, Lord it beckons.

You lay yourself down, we trampled your crown.

And you raised up pieces of hearts broken.

They thought your treasure was locked and vaulted,

That deeds, the law paved way to your glory.

Such grace in death your spirit undaunted,

You butchered death, wretches in Hell’s gory.

Amazing grace, the blind now see victory,

In time’s beginning, the clock stopped — you’d won,

We’re Jars of clay, holding your spoils; mystery —

That you were God, and human too, all in one.

People turn but you burn the veil, so none can hide,

Humans children, as your vessels revived.

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Maydays: Poem – Tankas – “The Best Kind of Mad.” #Maydays #amwriting 



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Thank you to K.L. Caley from new2writing for hosting #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is good madness. 

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I love that you have that —

Good madness, a bit of quirk.

Laughing and smiling, 

I’d rather have you a bit crazed, 

I worry when you’re lost, sad.

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When you’re mad I know you’re —

Alive; your heart beating genius. 

Found in Wonderland, 

Where my favourite Alice went, 

Your my Mad Hatter; my match.

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Not everyone would get —

Your peculiar mind which bends, forms.

Brilliant, but held, 

By societies normal.

I love your real craziness.

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Genuinely you, 

I never worry you’re fake.

You always reveal, 

A hint of absurdity, 

You finish my sentences.

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Your crazy begins,

It meets with my own and we’re —

Blessed to be us; home.

In our otherly world lost, 

We are the best kind of mad.

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