THE WAIT

The promises of God are yea and amen in Christ,
Yet they go through demise, not decay,
For the resurrection power will restore,
The lost with power and might.

The promises of God are yea and amen in Christ,
Yet they go through gestation and wait,
For the blessing of that promised,
Is for a time that has still to come.

The promises of God are yea and amen in Christ,
Yet they need the salting of the fire,
To be endowed with holy fervor,
That cleanses and blesses all.

The promises of God are yea and amen in Christ
Yet they seem so distant and lost,
For the ways of man and the thoughts of all,
Don’t often align to the divine call.

The promises of God are yea and amen in Christ,
Yet they may often seem distant across the hill,
We have to but trust in them and chill,
Taking care to be in rest and thrill!
                                     

                                                                                                    © Sabina Tagore Immanuel

INBETWEEN

Here I hang, dangling between hope & despair,
Indecisive & unsure, dogged & determined,
Knowing not of what is yet to come,
Knowing what it was, that it bodes no good.

Here I stand, swaying between faith & fear,
Impotent & inadequate, ineffectual & incapable,
Wishing it needn't have to be so,
Wishing I could do something more!

Here I rest, in the inbetween, rolling between feeling & fact,
Uncertain & unaware, of the outcome of it all.
So what should I do, live by faith or sight?
Ah Lord, I remember Sunday's round the corner!
*Writing this on the Saturday between Good Friday & Easter Sunday, while I am waiting to hear about my very sick sister who is undergoing tests in a hospital. Pic © Toronto International Film Festival