Turn me back, Lord, to my first love for you, Show me where I am prostituting and wandering, Exchanging your faithful tenderness for fickle infatuation, Moving away your unfailing constancy to fatal distractions.
Seductions surround me with enticing froth, Broken and bruised by them I limp along the road of life, Yet I know not why I am so easily drawn to their burning flame, Knowing well they singe me quick, lewving me scarred and a black mark.
You woo me with solid substance and everlasting grace, Anchored on the firm foundations of your eternal nature, That ever works only for my good, and not to my harm, Why then do I not make my heart fully yours, and help it be fully yours.
Capture me, Lord, and free me from the shackles that entangle me Deliver me from self and flesh that choke the life out of me. Walk me down the narrow road, with my eyes fixed on you, Let me your love slave be, trusting you to keep me true to you, all my days!
Wrote this after reading and meditating the book of Hosea in the Bible
Patiently I have borne you,
From my womb to your flight.
Patently I have raised you,
With my hands to your stance!
Parenting thoughtfully and thoroughly,
In the days you were given to my care,
Persistently with perception have I reared you,
Trusting fully in God’s mercy and grace!
Prepping constantly and consistently,
For the time you would leave our home,
Principledly I have grounded and equipped you,
In God’s holy laws and His good ways!
Prepared you are, my son, to face the world, Armored and armed to run your lonely race. Parenthetically you have gained what’s important for your age, Together your father and I relegate ourselves to the e-space!
Pace yourself my son in the novel space,
Finding and marking your place in the new race.
Peace be to you as you test your mettle in the fresh base,
For the God Who led you this far is still the Lord of all!
Park yourself always within the circle of His care, Ever seeking to please Him in thought and prayer. Praise Him as you meet the cares and duties of each day, For He will guide and keep you in all your ways!
@Sabina Tagore Immanuel
*Wrote this when I bid goodbye to my son as he left for higher studies in Germany
Peer into my soul, O Spirit of God Pry open to see its secret thoughts. Peel back its hardened scab to uncover its heart, Pierce sharply to let its purulence run out its flow.
Patiently wait for the tide to ebb and cease
Pour then your oil to heal the festering wound
Pacify and soothe to begin its new birth and coursea
Pack it full with goodness fit for a fresh commence.
Preserve that which remains, recovering the lost
Purify and restore the marred, pattern and practice
Press into your mould the now formless void, making
Peace its defence and rest its delightful repose.
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!