CHOSEN & CHOICE

An infinite God Who is beyond comprehension,
Chooses me as His own without any aversion.
The God of Abraham, Isaac & Jacob
Singles me out to make me His very own!

I am His masterpiece, the work of His Hand,
Fashioned as His exhibit, though made of sand!
He has made His pick, now I must make mine,
To respond to His call and make no whine.

Marked and branded by Him,
Hunted and haunted by Him,
I make Him my choice, following Him as I ought,
Worshipping Him as God, denying Him naught!

Chosen to be tested and proven to have no blame,
Willing to be made worthy to be called by His Name.
Chosen to obey and lay down my best,
I will not baulk, though I leave behind the rest.

How can I deny Him whatever be the cost,
He did sacrifice His Son to pay for my crime.
I choose to follow Him to the utmost,
For He is and always will be for me in time!

Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*Poem inspired sermon preached by Ps James spoken on Sunday 28th Oct 2018 in NLAG, Chennai, S.India
*Image credits Creator: roberthyrons Credit: Getty Images/iStockphoto Copyright: roberthyrons Information extracted from IPTC Photo Metadata.

IN THE SHADOWS

Rest, He said, under my care,
I wouldn’t, as I sought to tear
Things apart with my share,
Unable to sit silent and bare.

Relax, He said, under my yoke,
I didn’t, for I knew the mock
This quiet stand would bring
And the ridicule that would sting.

Step back, He said, its my plan,
I struggled, for it felt so wrong
To do nothing, while others ran,
Here and there with burdens strong.

Calm down, He said, I know the way
I couldn’t, for I loved my role so dear.
It seemed a waste to be held at bay,
When a million things pulled at me near.

Be still, He said, know I am God
I wept, for I lost all I’d earned thus far.
I remembered His burden is light,
And His will the best for He’s my Lord.

I was all for doing,
He was all for abiding.
I thought I knew what is right,
But only He knows what’s best, day or night

Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*Photo courtesy https://unsplash.com/photos/ZmeOcrsECVg

ALONE OR WITH MY OWN

I walked alone, I often fell down.
I walked with my own, they didn’t let me down!

I stood alone, I cried on my own,
I stood with my own, they didn’t let me go it alone!

I sat alone, I brooded within my home.
I sat among my own, they didn’t let me moan!

I battled alone, I got many a wound.
I battled along my own, they were with me when I groaned!

I ate alone, I could only phone.
I ate with my own, they saw to it I was known!

I studied alone, I failed to know.
I studied with my own, they saw to it I was honed!

I prayed alone, I struggled to the bone.
I prayed with my own, they helped me reach the throne!

I loved myself alone, I just got blown.
I loved each one of my own, they only condoned!

Why would ever I be on my own, when I know I”ll only be alone!
Why wouldn’t I be with my own, when I know they’ll always come through!

We weren’t meant to be alone, but be with our own!
God Himself is three in one, so let’s seek to be as one!

                                                                                                       © SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL