Saturday, September 5, 2009

Quietness

Context:A hymn writer wrote of 'A sweet hour of prayer' that ' took them away from a world of care'. We too need to find this quietness, aloneness, at times, to be with God and ourselves.

Date:Sept 2009


Amidst life's commotion
The noises and the blare
My heart, it finds its corner
Far from all that din and glare.

Here dwells, none of the others
Just me and Jesus fair.
It is a quiet little corner
Far from life's noise and care.

On brewing tea

Date: 2009

Context: When the familiar aroma of tea, wafted through an office I went to, one morning


There are different ways
To concoct a brew
Some taste funny
Some like stew.

Some add ginger
Others add lime
Whatever, I like
What most kettles spew.

While most add sugar;
Salt, I've never seen
Because, if they did that
I'd let out a scream!

Sunday School play's songs

Date: Dec 2008

Context: Dec 2008, for our church’s annual conference, I (by my wife) was asked to write some songs depicting a few Bible characters, which would be set to tune and enacted by dramas. Some young friends set most of them to tunes, the results were surprising!



i)Abel
Outside the gates of Eden
Where trees and rivers seemed so tranquil,
Grew up our little Abel
As a keeper of his flock.


He loved the God, his father told
“What can I give to Him?”, he called,
“All I have is my little flock
I’ll give the choices to Him, my God.”


God in heaven saw his act
And had regard for this young lad.
Now little children, like Abel, of old
Give to God, the best you hold.


ii)Joshua
We’ve heard of Joshua, the warrior man
Who led Israel to the land, Canaan.
But do you know, where this, all began?
‘T was because in his heart, faith ever rang!


When Moses sent the dozen spies
Ten returned with a mean reply
But Joshua stood like a stalwart, firm
For by his God he knew, the giants would squirm.


When Israel busied in their little tents
Shying from the desert heat, intense;
Do you know where Joshua dwelt?
Near God’s abode, God’s own tent.

In his youth he had no name –
As a man of pomp or fame.
But oft was called, the son of Nun
Who served and washed Moses’ palm


Dear youth today, will we stay
Where God abides, where His men do pray?
It’s a life far better, with purpose filled
To be God’s own, as long as we live!



iii)Samuel
This was a time, which sorrow filled
Every man, did what he willed.
Of God’s own Word, a scarcity
A man of God, a rarity


Anguish and travail, made Hannah weep
“If I have a son, Lord, him You’ll keep”
From this pain came forth a man
Surrendered to God's perfect plan.

From his youth, God he served
And this helped Israel be preserved
He heard God’s voice and said, ‘Amen’
So his own words didn't fall in vain.



Will today, you be found?
Needy hearts, with His voice surround
Helping them in a time of need
Making a difference? “Yes indeed!”


iv)David
In the pasture lands of Bethlehem
David the shepherd led-
His father’s flock, by meadows green
And besides the river bed.


Those quiet years of solitude
Gave him a faith that stood,
Like the craggy mounts of Jerusalem
Steadfast, though often shook.


He read and dwelt on the Word of God
For such he knew, God blessed
And composed then many a song
Outflows of an honest heart, heaven-bent


He never let a lamb be shred
By any, a ravenous foe
For such, he knew God would do
For all those in His fold.


Israel to him was God’s own land
Its enemies Jehovah’s too
For such was the way he identified
With all he had to do.


Is it a surprise that God did choose
A man without any guile,
To change the way men worship God
For then, and for all time?


Youth, set your heart after God
And all your efforts will shine
He’ll meet the deepest longings of your heart
As you seek His truth sublime.





v)Daniel
God’s warnings went unheeded
Judah was defeated
Resettled were they
In far away lands

In that crowd was young Daniel
Constrained as a captive
To stand in the court
Of King Nebuchadnezzar

At times of testing
He was not found wanting,
Because his heart was enraptured
By a devotion to his God.

By wealth, he could not be bought
But for God, in prayer he fought
And influenced his people
To return to Jerusalem.

Wherever we too are found
May this about us resound,
That our hearts are held fast
And may our devotion to God last.




vi)Mary
On the dusty streets of Nazareth
The sound of children playing,
Amidst this joyous crowd
Was this little Mary.


With a heart that longed for God
With a mind that sought for God
Grew up this little Mary,
Exulting in the Lord.


It was her, God chose, a vessel
For His Son to come to earth
For He knew she had the virtue
Of true humility.


In obedience she raised
Her Son, in God’s true ways
Ever surrendering her self
To the will of God.


Now little children
Do you too have these wonderful virtues?
That will make the God of heaven
Form His Son in your heart.







vii)Peter, James & John:

Peter, James & John
They were fisher boys three,
Fearing God they grew
On the shores of Galilee.


Amidst their many chores
Yearned their hearts, till sore
For the God of Abraham
Of whom they heard, at the temple fore.


Till one day in their youth
They saw Him, who was Truth
Their hearts knew He was the one
Of whom the prophets spoke


They knew He was worthy
Than all that was in their kitty
Left they all, to pursue
The Lord in His Glory.

Deaf audition!

Date: 2009

Context: During our church renovation , the sound cabin got placed in a fairly auditorily isolated mezzanine floor connected to the main church hall. I (the sound-in charge) had therefore, to control sound, by previous experience and the distant musicians’ expressions . This poem was one of my requests to the authorities, to be allowed to bring down the sound system into the main hall…

Most who live in our present world
Of Beethoven, have been told;
A musician of unparalled skill
Who composed in those days of old.

But many probably never know-
The irony of his life;
That as time went by, he became fully deaf
By an age of forty five.

Well today, it seems the same
In our church's sound cabin,
We've been asked to control 'sound'
Perched where, almost none, comes in!

Controlling sound by gut feeling
Is taking on us a toll,
Quality never seems to be improving
So can we shift 'down', our Console?

Sprawling space, we do not need
As the current loft, we'll continue to hold.
Just a place 'down', to keep a little mixer in
And a bar stool, for our weary souls!

As we help each other in church

Date: 2009

Context: Was trying to streamline the Video and Audio processes in church. Video was another team, audio was within my purview. At that time I wrote…


Not to be a preacher
Not to be a scribe
But, just to hold the other's hand
And lead him from the strife.

No more self-condemnation

Date: 2009

Context:I seem to be my worst (unhealthy) critic. I want to get out of this rut…

To walk with dignity
Is my right
For the Lord of heaven
Has set me aright.

I'll not let others
Condemn me ever.
I'll not let my past
Frighten me ever.

I'll never say bad
About my own life
For the God of heaven
Has cleansed me from strife.

On goals

Date: 2009

Context:Often to me life is either ‘white or black’, ‘all or not at all’, ‘do or die’, ‘heaven or hell’, ‘total commitment or absolute abandonment’.

When in my heart
You set a goal
To bring for Thee
A great shoal.

Let that passion
Engulf my soul
Conquering my being
My absolute whole.

Alone, but not alone

Date: 2009

Context: Was going through a trial at home. Trials are painful, aren’t they?

Alone in the garden
Jesus wept alone
The pain of separation
Engulfed His very soul

What'er I face in life
Can never equal that pain
For from my Father's face
Need never, my face be veiled.

Saviour, precious Saviour
Give me a heart like Thine
That all other people around
I'll see, as though they are mine.

The one's I loved to save
May be the ones who crucify.
At that time, let my cry
Be that they, to Thee, come nigh.

To see your King

Date: 2009

To see your Saviour King
Stand not on your toes
But on deeply bended knees
Let there be found your repose

Am I a lesser mortal?

Date:2009

Context: “In the Lord’s church there are the great and there are the good”, wrote A W Tozer. While we may aspire to be amongst the great, God in His wisdom, allocates most of us to be only of the second cadre. Are we inferior therefore? No, not unless God is unfair and He is not!

Am I a lesser mortal
If from others, my light is lit
When God to me is revealed
Through other mens’ writ?

Am I a lesser man
If my life be fully spent
Furthering the gifts of others
Though I be never seen?

Do all have to light their lamps
Straight from God on high?
Isn't there a greater Grace
If through other men, my Father's made nigh?


For years, I sought to establish
An identity of my own
Till slowly the truth was revealed
That Christ, my entirety owned.

Thus, my weary heart,
Found the rest for which it sighed.
Now Jesus is my purpose
And I am on His side.

On Godly rest

Date:2009

Context:In the early part of this year, I (as a free-lance trainer ) have been through the sloughs of the financial depression which is sweeping the world around. It is surprising to see the way God meets my financial needs, but I have to admit, it has been more than a little stressful too. Then I penned…


A godly heart
In repose rests
For he knows his life
God has blessed.

Storms around
But peace within
Such are the hearts
That God did win.

Profit or loss
Their lives don't toss
For their souls are anchored
Deep within.

Lead me Lord
To these pastures green
From earthly attachments
Let my heart be gleaned.

New year greeting

Date: Nov 2000

Context: Just wrote this…


Wishing you a blessed year ahead and a future too !

The path ahead is oft obscure,
Of the future we’re not so sure.

But let us hear His voice clear,
“Let Me alone be thy fear”.

Help us Lord Jesus,
To have our trust in Thee.

To yield our lives, all for Thee,
Assured You’ll lead us, unto glory.

In the botanical gardens

Date: Sept 2000

Context:Memoirs of my trip to the gardens in Singapore.


Carpeted greens,
Brilliant flowers,
Smiling they broke
Into myriad colours.

Gentle streams
Silvery fish,
Tranquility surrounds
With hardly a twitch.

On the mound
A pleasant sound,
The joyful glee
Of children resounds.

At times the scrape
Of a familiar pitch,
The sound of men
Raking the leaves.

The moist summer heat,
The rippling flutter,
Of butterflies and birds
With my senses, I gather.

Hand in hand, lovers they wander
Close they are, to each other;
Ecstatically oblivious
Of all, but the other.

Vacant I trod
Along its worn paths,
Composing my soul
My spirit, my whole.

B'day greetings to Indu

Date: March 2000

Context: B’day poem for her in March 2000. March 1999 I sent her an e-card Not much of a poem was in it.

March last, of rhyming verses
I had some dearth,
Today I wish u more than
A happy day of birth:

I look back on the years
Gone by
When I breathed about u
Many a sigh.

Oft I spoke,
Of the Christian path
Like seeds they were dropped,
With no life in sight.




Then to college u went,
And from Mom I heard,
That u were active in a prayer band.
The change I began to see.

My prayer for u and me
Is that fellowship we will see,
In ever increasing measure
For that is true treasure.



So long my sister,
Good are His plans.
His beloved He does bless
Through many a lash.

So look up to the future
Bright will it be,
Through trials He will -
Make u strong, u’ll see.

More than the Bible
The written word,
Let us be led
To the Eternal word.

Silly songs to Indu

i)Hey Kiddy, where are you?

Date: Dec 99

Context: Indu (youngest sis) is very busy with her MBA classes. Has no time to reply to big bros emails, so …


Forlorn, I stand
Knocking at your e-door.
Many a mail have flown from my side.

But busy Ma’am,
Is in such a time-jam
That I must sigh – there is no reply.


ii)Another silly one:

Date: Dec 99

Context: Oft used to chat with her from Singapore, so a humorous poem of Indu

I have a little sis(y)
Her hair’s a wee bit curly,
She sure’s a bit skinny
And now she’s very very busy.



iii)Are you overweight?

Date: Feb 2000

Context:Indu wrote about her concern of putting on weight (incidentally she is a bit on the shorter side ). So my reply…


Weight's a relative entity.
Should I look on u with pity?

I know ur hair is curly,
But have u become burly?.

Anyway, since u seem to be in a plight
Why not try and boost your height?

Songs for freedom

i)Often I peer at life

Date: July 2000

Context: Singapore… for years there have been inner struggles, “Lord how long, before I am granted the freedom for which I long ?” One of my favourite verses, during these 4 to 5 years of angst was Psalms 42:11, “… for I shall yet praise Him” .
This poem and the next, were written in that context.


Often I peer at life,
With a storm tossed, weary heart.
For years I’ve had a sigh
“Lord from my chains set me apart”.
Till this day it’s not dawned
But still I plod along...

…Decisions I will make
As I go amidst the throng.
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But this my heart cry all along
“From all that today binds me,
I want to be set apart.”



ii)I gaze…

Date: Sept 2000


Standing on a ledge
I gaze…
The vision is blurred
Perplexity reigns.

What is the life
You promised Your people?
Is it one weak
Held by our will?
If that be true
Will I remain?

What is consistency,
Steadfastness and truth?
How can a mortal man
Be true?

Emotions sway
Swings with the wind,
Despair and ecstasy
Are just around the bend.

What is the life
Of which u said:
“Indestructible”?
Comments:
God graciously, started leading me to the freedom of heart and mind for which I yearned, from early 2002. I cannot say, that I (today in 2009) am as free as I ought to be… but I believe the humblest in Jesus, are the happiest and the most free… I press on…

Birthday Greetings to Anju

Date: Aug 1998

Context:
My middle sister Anju’s B’day in August 1998... Like me, she too grew up in a boarding school from a fairly young age. She in ‘98 had just completed her MSc, was not married or engaged…
Her future unclear; me tried to steer; wanted hope to inspire; in Jesus the king.

My dear sister, precious one too
Here's a sweet poem, I've written for you:


I've known you since your infant days,
Then as a toddler, you wobbled into life.

During the years of your young childhood,
Together we were under one hood.

Well, in those days I truly was bad
For you were my mobile punching-bag.

Then distance came and kept us apart
But neither did familiarity's contempt, tear us apart.

Years have passed, so has the baby look
And you've blossomed into young maiden-hood.

Anxious you peer, into the distance unsure
"Will my man be one steadfast and sure?".

For cases you've seen, of a marriage so good,
But scary tales too, are a likelihood.

Amidst these many uncertainties of life,
Let me point you to Calvary, where He died.

Freedom true, pure joy too,
'T will be your due, if to Him you'll glue.

So-long sister, let me hear heaven sing
That my two sisters, to Jesus do cling.

Though oft we've seen not, eye to eye,
Let me now tell you of this one thing:

"Through all of life's journey, behind you'll be a ring... .
... The voice of your brother assuring.".

. But cling on to the path, the way so sure,
‘The pathway of lowliness’, do ensure.


In retrospect:
It’s 2009. God has blessed her with a happy marriage, two children and a faith in Him.

Eternity’s morn

Date: March 1999

Context:
Written at Byculla (Bombay) Railway station... was returning to office after an assignment at a customer’s.

As we do wade thro' a time-bound life
Busying ourselves with its myriad chores
It pays real well, it really does
To keep our eyes on eternity's morn.



Many trudge without a concerned sigh
For the need around, which made Him cry.
Will I O' Lord to that crowd belong?
Or will I follow You all along?



As many Christians, with fear do cringe
Not knowing their saviour, an enthroned King.
Help me O' Lord, of help to be
Setting them on a conquering spree.


A wretched sinner, vile was I
But thro' Christ's blood, pure am I.
That others too may join with me
To worship Thee, is my plea.



As time goes by I've more perceived:
It pays real well, it really does
To keep our eyes
On eternity's morn.



Introduction to my poems:

At the proddings of a friendly few
I'll reveal my thoughts, of many hues.
My heart I have, tried to bare
Only God for this, can help me dare.



These were penned
At different points in time
Whenever my heart wanted
To bring forth a chime.

If you find in them
Anything grossly amiss
Gently pointing them out
Will be to me, a pleasant kiss.

For only a learner am I
In this journey of life.
Any steadying hand
Would be a source of bliss.



Unlike the writes of many other men
Contextual are the words I have penned
So a brief introduction, you will find
As you these strains imbibe.




The 'solemn', the 'silly'
Are the two categories
Under which you can broadly classify
All my melodies.