Soul Chimes

My Lord, what love is this

Sun, 17 Apr 2011 07:03:00 -0400

A beautiful song that we sang in church today.

This poem was written as a part of welcome address for Summer Tree 2009 (Summer Tree is a Christian...

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 13:34:37 -0400

This poem was written as a part of welcome address for Summer Tree 2009 (Summer Tree is a Christian camp hosted by an organization called Sishya - www.sishya.org/)

It is the month of May and Summer Tree is back,

After a year that saw some plenty and many a lack.

Recession, Job loss, suicide in a platter,

I wonder if all this really does matter.

The red carpet, Oscars & Slum dog millionaire,

IPL, the deccan chargers and their celebration fanfare,

It was all about Rahman & the Jai ho anthem,

Is it worth all the gung ho! I really cant fathom.

American democracy, elections and Obama mania,

India saw the victory of the indomitable sonia.

Wars and its rumours, end of the tiger and their man,

Meaningless, meaningless I say, all the events of such short span.

Behold we shall reveal to you a secret in due course,

Be mindful you are not here by chance but could be by force.

But be joyful, be merry, sit back and look up, for we are here,

To beat the heat, Catch the rhythm &

Experience the love of Jesus

Fading Beauty

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 13:22:20 -0400

Nestled in the bosom of Mother Earth

She wakes up to the call of sun’s birth.

Tender and soft all life springs out,

After a nights sleep and falling rout.

As the rays of the sun kisses the ground,

It tickles and nudges every other mount.

Flowers blossom and leaves they dance,

Filling the air with fragrance and romance.

Tweet…tweet….tweet….tweet, little birds they sing,

Spreading innocence and happiness they ring.

Nothing is so beautiful as the natures dawn,

Only if one would enjoy before its gone.

Urban and modern, kids they wonder,

Listening to jazz and music like thunder.

What it is to enjoy thy nature,

Due to the exploits of people so mature.

Rational and intelligent, man he claims,

Raping mother nature with all her dames,

Development and globalization is today’s buzz word,

Leaving behind an ugly and barren world

Emerge and arise all of today’s youth,

Strive for a better nature and don’t remain mute,

Garment her with the lost beauty and splendor,

Let’s leave our nature with its elegance and grandeur.

An unheard plea

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 13:16:00 -0400

All alone I watch by the window sill,

As my friends play and have their funs fill.

My sight gets blurred and tears trickle down,

Reminiscing the days when even I was part of the town.

Isolated and forsaken now I am confined to the room,

With fear and somber around me they loom.

I crave for the touch of a human hand,

Oh! Lord I pray, take me soon to your land.

Depressed and oppressed I brood of those days,

When my mom was jeered at for her immoral ways.

Acquiring a deficiency she departed the earthly soil,

Leaving behind the pernicious yield of a sensuous toil.

Sick and tired that I am for no fault of mine,

Wish to live like those who claim to be fine.

All my painful cries and plea to live a life fades,

Because I am inflicted by a syndrome which every one

dreads, AIDS.

Undeserving

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 13:10:52 -0400

I do not deserve thy love O Lord,

Nor thy mercy, kindness & grace,

Have I not let thee down every other day?

And not lived a life true to the Way.

I do not deserve thy compassion O Lord,

Thou have showered enough of it to this very day,

Yet I have not learned to mend my old ways,

And just do only what thy holy word says.

I do not deserve thy grace O Lord,

I take if for granted every time I fail.

Thou always forgive each time I confess,

Yet I don’t live up to the faith I profess.

But Lord, thy everlasting love, compassion & grace,

They are my only hope in this life’s difficult race.

As I struggle with my flesh, weakness and lust,

It is only thy promise and the work on cross I trust.

Just for you, just for me..

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 13:03:00 -0400

Purple flowers, deep blue sky,

Dew on the rose & trees so high,

Setting sun & rising moon,

All from God is a lovely boon.

Crystal streams, humming birds,

Hustle of leaves & elephant herds,

Winter months & wet monsoon,

All from God is a lovely boon.

Misty hills, paddy fields,

Bee on flower & how it feeds,

Honey from comb & sunny noon,

All from God is a lovely boon.

Grassy meadows, grazing cows,

Large blue whale & grey little mouse,

Month of May, followed by June,

All from God is a lovely boon.

Stars in the night, a baby’s smile,

A helping hand to go the last mile,

The drying leaves & spring so soon,

All from God is a lovely boon.

Would you care to stand take a view?

Of all that God has made for you,

He cares to make every day new,

Just for me and just for you.

I long for freedom from this earthly tent, From the corruption of the flesh & sins stench. To...

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 12:45:38 -0400

I long for freedom from this earthly tent,

From the corruption of the flesh & sins stench.

To do that only what pleases my Lord,

Than struggle with the enemy & his evil chord.

A place where I would never hurt or fail Christ,

Or have to make a choice between wrong & right.

And not have to confess my lust & heart’s folly,

But a place where I will always behold his glory.

To be away from the roar of the evil lion & its mane,

Prowling around to devour his only prey a Lord’s saint.

May the power of the holy blood take away the stink,

Of many a sin that so easily entangle in an eye’s blink.

Lord I beseech you to lend help in my weak moment,

Before the temptation is full grown starting its torment.

Help me to live in your Spirit & in victory day after day,

Knowing it is for me the blood you shed & the life you lay

Why? I wonder....

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 12:34:00 -0400

Why?

Why do I cling to this world and its malice?

Why would I not take up the cross and drink from the Lords chalice?

Why would my flesh glory in earthly pleasure?

When I have been called to glory in heavens treasure.

Why would my emotion take charge over me?

Why would I not walk in the confidence of being set free?

Why would i lust and spend time in ungodly leisure?

when I have been called to walk each moment with heavens treasure.

Why would I work and slog to earn that money?

Why would I forget I am on my way to the land of milk and honey?

Why would I get caught up in the rat race and pressure?

When I have been called to do the work of heavens treasure.

I wonder;

Have I truly understood the value of this precious treasure,

or known the glorious riches & rewards of heaven’s pleasure.

Have I truly loved Him above all earthly desires that fade away

or known what took Him to bridge the chasm & make The Way.

Have I set my heart & hope on things that are above,

or known that the most excellent way is just to love.

Have I really repented of sin and been born again,

or known it is in Him that we have to abide & remain.

Perhaps my response to these would open a new door,

To know the Trinity through my Jesus all the more.

Perhaps my response to these would shed new light,

And help me know I am not alone in this fight.

Even if doubts, confusion and the sea of problem around me may rage

I hold on to Him who said - “Behold I am with you always until the end of the age

Choicest Pot

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 12:25:02 -0400

I confess it is hard to be on the potter’s wheel,

The breaking, shaping & molding, the pain I feel.

Is there an easier way to be your choicest pot?

without being on the wheel yet gaining my spot.

Do I need to tread this difficult path uphill?

Do I have to often take life’s bitter pill?

Is there an easier way to be your choicest pot?

Without having to go through any troublesome thought.

Betrayed & rejected you went through massive pain,

Does my life and experiences have to shadow the same?

Is there an easier way to be your choicest pot?

The more I consider your ways, I am afraid not.

So I desire just one thing as I am in the potters hand,

That I may fix my eyes on the unseen heavenly land.

Help me fight the good fight, accepting my portion, my lot,

My Lord until I become your precious choicest pot.

Love of Jesus

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 12:17:02 -0400

O that Love which gave me life,

In the midst of many doubt & strife,

Is there something I can ever give back?

To the Lord who promised me no lack.

O that stripes which made me whole,

The living water he poured over my soul,

Can all my good works ever repay?

The lord who lighted up my darkest days.

O my guilt and shame He bore,

That I may love Him ever adore,

But will my thousand praises be

A fitting sacrifice O lord for thee?

Is there anything of me you have asked?

But to lead a life fully unmasked.

To love my God and love my enemy,

So that men would see only Christ in me.

Longing for Heaven

Wed, 06 Apr 2011 12:05:09 -0400

As I have stood on the shores of the sea,

Watching the beauty of the waves & the tide,

Brilliant in its grandeur for the eyes to see,

Unbridled yet controlled without any guide.

Is there something better than this lovely sight?

I have pondered within my heart many a night.

Deep within my soul I hear a sweet little voice,

This is not all my son; this isn’t the last of choice.

As I lift up my countenance to the dark sky,

And see the shimmering stars and the host of tiny light,

The moon in full bloom and comets on its fly,

I gasp at the sight of a heaven so bright.

Is there something better than this lovely sight?

I have pondered within my heart many a night.

Deep within my soul I hear a sweet little voice,

This is not all my son; this isn’t the last of choice.

Flowers, rivers & the woods are many a poets theme.

The variety, diversity and colors inspires the painter,

I have stood on the hill top and wondered if it’s a dream,

While the sun in the horizon became all the more fainter.

Is there something better than this lovely sight?

I have pondered within my heart many a night.

Deep within my soul I hear a sweet little voice,

This is not all my son; this isn’t the last of choice.

It is then that I realized if the Lord is so gracious, so kind,

In making such beauty for rebellious men who are blind,

What would he prepare for the ones he has given sight?

His saints who have obeyed to walk humbly in His light.

They say there are whispers of inexpressible joy,

Matters that man is not permitted to utter on earth or ploy

Mansions are being prepared by our very own, above

With streets laid in gold for the ones who abide in His love.

That day when I will see the One in me, my hope & my glory

Lion and the lamb, the Savior & Lord of my life’s story.

I know for sure there would be nothing that is a lovelier sight,

Than to behold my Jesus eye to eye in that glorious light.

No eye has ever seen

No ear has heard, No mind has conceived

What God has prepared for those who love him. (1 Corinthian 2:9)

Longing for Heaven

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 13:43:00 -0400

As I have stood on the shores of the sea,

Watching the beauty of the waves & the tide,

Brilliant in its grandeur for the eyes to see,

Unbridled yet controlled without any guide.

Is there something better than this lovely sight?

I have pondered within my heart many a night.

Deep within my soul I hear a sweet little voice,

This is not all my son; this isn’t the last of choice.

As I lift up my countenance to the dark sky,

And see the shimmering stars and the host of tiny light,

The moon in full bloom and comets on its fly,

I gasp at the sight of a heaven so bright.

Is there something better than this lovely sight?

I have pondered within my heart many a night.

Deep within my soul I hear a sweet little voice,

This is not all my son; this isn’t the last of choice.

Flowers, rivers & the woods are many a poets theme.

The variety, diversity and colors inspires the painter,

I have stood on the hill top and wondered if it’s a dream,

While the sun in the horizon became all the more fainter.

Is there something better than this lovely sight?

I have pondered within my heart many a night.

Deep within my soul I hear a sweet little voice,

This is not all my son; this isn’t the last of choice.

It is then that I realized if the Lord is so gracious, so kind,

In making such beauty for rebellious men who are blind,

What would he prepare for the ones he has given sight?

His saints who have obeyed to walk humbly in His light.

They say there are whispers of inexpressible joy,

Matters that man is not permitted to utter on earth or ploy

Mansions are being prepared by our very own, above

With streets laid in gold for the ones who abide in His love.

That day when I will see the One in me, my hope & my glory

Lion and the lamb, the Savior & Lord of my life’s story.

I know for sure there would be nothing that is a lovelier sight,

Than to behold my Jesus eye to eye in that glorious light.

No eye has ever seen

No ear has heard, No mind has conceived

What God has prepared for those who love him. (1 Corinthian 2:9)

Photo

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 13:39:50 -0400

Ready for lifes race, I was prepared & Set; But touched by his grace, well,my maker I met;...

Tue, 05 Apr 2011 13:35:00 -0400

Ready for lifes race, I was prepared & Set;

But touched by his grace, well,my maker I met;

With a brand new frame, And with new eyes to see;

I was never the same, Because he set me free;

Now its no longer I, but its Christ in me :)