My father sent my twin and me to shorthand-cum-typewriting classes after school in our eighth grade. We became the butt end of jokes in school as our friends thought we were fools to do it.
Enrolled in an institute run by a martinet who gave the worst instruments to the newbies, we had to do twelve lines while other students did only six lines. I remember my left pinkie hurting constantly because the ‘a’ key was stuck hard. We endured torture since no one dared go against my father.
Years later when computers came in, I thanked God for parents who didn’t fool us!
If something is of God,
He’s committed to see it through.
Though it may seem delayed,
Yet it won’t ever be denied!
If something doesn’t really fit
I’d rather stand with Him in tryst.
When He’s shown me its His will,
I know He wants me to be oh still!
If things don’t seem to go very well,
I find it hard to sit quiet and just be still.
When I know I can get it done so well,
It really strains me to be resting, not run pell mell!
If things seem to go awry or bust,
That He’s still in control not what I distrust!
Its people’s lethargic ways I cannot digest,
Father, give me grace to walk in childlike trust!
If everything seems fine and naught to dread,
I still care not to rush where angels do fear to tread.
God’s in heaven there’s nothing to be worried,
He will take care to see everything is in good stead!
God’s timings are always very perfect,
Though it often seems impossible to be true.
He’s always on time in what He needs to do,
He won’t disappoint but always come through!
I could have been a champion athlete, Racing ahead to be fleet in my cleat. But I chose to rather run the course of faith, Striving to win the eternal wreath!
I could have been a billionaire of wealth, Working hard, heeding not damage to health and hearth. But I chose to rather labor for riches unseen, Striving to lay up treasures yonder o’er the green!
I could have earned a successful and well-known name Bulldozing hard to hold on to fleeting fame. But I chose to remain hidden often in defame, Striving to stand before Him as one glorifying His Name!
I could have mounted the ladders of upgrade and payscale, Seeking to climb the mountains of leadership trail. But I chose to refrain from the upward-mobility grail, Striving to know Him and go beyond the veil.
I could have been a sinner living in selfish disgrace, Cowering in fear, unable to uncover my true face. But I chose to rather trust that Man of truth and grace, Learning to live in restful peace, as I strive only Him to please!
Help me O Lord Creator of all, God of heaven and of the whole earth, Lead me completely into the perfect rest, That you have kept in store allotted for me.
Carved out with care, Fashioned with flair You have ordained my special lair, For it to be when I tear.
Help me to let go of the old cast, The familiar way of the real past, Trusting the One Who has held me fast, Knowing He would be with me till the last.
Father, I have nothing to show forth nor anything to call my own All I have on the altar laid for your fire to consume. Transition me through this valley of shadow of death, With your gentle strength and your great presence.
Father, it’s a new path I haven’t walked before, My heart and my flesh shrink from the cross to bear. It’s not that I doubt your plan for me nor your skill to repair, It’s the humiliation that I would need to stand and daily endure.
Let the waves that break over me in quick succession Only prove that it is all for my own progression. Anchor me in firm stand until they are in recession, So that I will not sink and be lost in deep depression.
Birth in me the life of Christ Mold me true in His image so clear. Hold me close and hide me in you Until I see your face on the other side!
Hitherto has the Lord helped us,
The ever present reminder in my troubles,
A constant refrain that rings in my ear,
A stable anchor amidst the raging waves
That rock my boat with many a tear.
Hitherto has the Lord been our guide,
Helping us traverse the rocky divide,
A restful shade in a barren hillside,
A wellspring of water in a desert site,
He’s the cool cloud under which I stride.
Hitherto has the Lord led us through a spar,
Safe and secure inspite of many a scar,
A shield in battle when the enemy rages from near or far,
A tower of defense when we tire in despair,
He is the banner under which I fight life’s war.
Hitherto has Lord been our beacon of might,
Shining on our path as lamp and light,
A sun by day and a moon by night,
A beam of rare hope that keeps me alive,
He is the star under which I live with true insight.
Ebenezer God is still on the throne,
Everything is well on this earth we call home,
None can stop all that He has decided or planned,
Nor prevent anything when He holds command,
Time is under the control and rule of His hand.