Who will go Lord? If not me...

I want My Word spread to the world.
who will go Lord? If not me...
I want the ends of the Earth know I am Lord
who will go Lord? If not me...
I want all creatures bow before me
who will go Lord? If not me...
All Nations should know whom to behold
who will go Lord? If not me...
I want My healing spread through all the land
who will go Lord? If not me...
My healing balm all Nations should know
who will go Lord? If not me...
To tell them of the stories untold
who will go Lord? If not me...
Of my love through my Son unfold
who will go Lord? If not me...
His death on the cross is proof of love
who will go Lord? If not me...
To share his salvation which is free for all
who will go Lord? If not me...
Strengthen me Lord and send me forth
purified and whole

Papa and Goa

I'm reminded of a time when we were young
and how we travelled to the golden sands.
The night we left was filled with rain,
it was as if the heavens could not explain
the explosion, the lights and the sound from yonder.
We were huddled together in excitement and glee
so happy that we were off to see much warmer shores, than gloomy seas.
We set out by train at eleven in the night,
the train snaked and crawled all through the dark night.
We were trapped in compartments without a light
my cousins and I were snuggled so tight
and anticipated the morning light...
At nine next morning we alighted in three's
but a minor set back in our group,
we lost more than three.
Finally, we continued along,
hearts shining and free
the bus we travelled along,
passed mountains and trees.
We were tossed and we turned and continued to burn,
until at last we reached the sea.
Papa was the most exicted of all to see us there,
he stood ten feet tall.
The little house was filled with fries
and all were surrounded by goan spice.
Our days we spent in child-like glee
on golden sands, blue skies and seas.
Nights we spent round bonfires so high
singing, dancing and merry making through the nigh.
When at last it was time to part
my papa was the saddest of the lot.
He wanted us to celebrate with him,
as he became a child once again like us.
We burst a lot of fire cracker
and thus we said good bye to every other...
Papa was very sad to see us go,
it was the last time we saw him so.

Creations Call

Even creation is calling out to us
wanting us to be one as them.
The sun shining on all God's creation
the mountain and the hills radiating the beauty
of the Lord for all to see...
unlike mankind!!!
The birds that sing praises to God from dusk to dawn
so that all can hear
the clouds that pour out rain
equally on all of God's creation...
unlike mankind!!!
Instead of sharing and caring for our kin
we only fight, quarrel and kill.
Instead of radiating God's beauty in ourselves for others...
we murder, pollute and destroy!!!
Instead of singing God's praises
we only shower curses and abuses...
Do we need this? or Should we spread love and harmony?
Why dont you figure this out yourselves!!!

Source of Peace

In this great world so large and wide
its difficult to find peace of mind.
Some look for it in money, or even in friends.
They sink lower into pits of despair.
Some try in vain to protest and stop wars
in hope that peace would reign eveywhere.
People are harassed, helpless and torn,
they are unable to find peace to heal those who burn.
Yet, the believer with strength in his heart,
turns to his Maker - The Source of all peace
who gave us this promise -
"My peace I leave you; not as the world gives"...

My Corner Stone

You are my Corner Stone
I have no way to turn
and as I walk life's pathway
you lead me safe and firm
my Rock and Shield to whom I turn
you sheltered and kept me safe
in the palms of Your Mighty Hand
I'll rise up and hold my head high
cause you have set your servant up so high
you set my feet on the Rock to stay
making me a part of you my Corner Stone
today I am a living stone.

Wait on the Lord

I have so much to acomplish...
what shall I do?
wait on the Lord...
I have my plans, my dreams and vision...
what shall I do?
wait on the Lord...
people ask me for whom should I wait?
He does not live and its not worth the wait...
I am convinced and I am whole...
cause my Saviour has already proved -
that His glory is greater than the world!
and so... I'll wait... cause I'm not in a hurry!

The Mystery of the Cross

We look at this tree and wonder why everyone is attracted so...
We stand amazed at the foot of this tree and think...
of the three holes that caused anguish and pain...
why did one man suffer oft' time we ask?...
scourged and bled He died for us...
taking our burdens upon that tree...
our sins he nailed upon that tree...
the Cross no longer a mystery be...
for from our dross we are set free...

Ode to the Woman

Woman thou art a treasure upon this earth,
so blessed and richly divine...
a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother,
above all a friend and guide like no other...
no riches in this world can compare to thee,
for you silently bear the turmoils within thee...
like the diamond that is polished to reveal its worth,
life's strife brings out the best in thee and all you are worth...
so today is your day and make the most of being,
God's treasure upon this earth...
celebrate the joy of being a woman!

He Intervenes

My God who created the Heaven and the Earth
He intervenes...
He separated the waters from the skies
He intervenes...
He created the animals and the creatures of the sea
He intervenes...
He created the birds and the bees
He intervenes...
He created Adam and Eve breathed life in them
He intervenes...
His ways and thoughts are beyond us
He intervenes...
We cannot hide from Him for where can we go
He intervenes...
No problem for Him is great or small
He intervenes...
He paid the price for us with His Son' life on the cross
He intervenes...
We are able to stand in awe with fear and trembling before His holy throne
only because
He intervenes...

Christmas 'n' Granny

Christmas revives memories of old
days when I was back in granny's fold.
She would be slaving all day long
weeks before the Christmas morn.
The little house all filled up high
with savouries, sweetmeats and fruity fries
that would fill our hearts with great delight.
The smells that permeated the airy room
luring loads of hungry hearts on Christmas night.
The house freshly painted in white
while the Christmas tree all colourful and bright
enshrouded the room with its fragrance so light.
The crib so deftly created by expert hands
which housed the Holy family and the three Wise men.
Presents all wrapped 'neath the tree
filling the hearts of all with glee.
And as the days went into months
which slowly passed by into years...
now, I've grown with a family of my own;
but I still reminisce about the days gone by,
when I spent christmas in granny's fold.

A Floating Cloud

I wish I could float on a cloud, up way up high...
away from life's troubles cares and strife.
Looking down on creation from way up high...
watching God' creatures both great and small
wondering and reveling at His Majestic awe.
Why are we burdened with a load of care?
Why do we have to please the man of Earth
instead of the God of the air?
Why can't we be like the birds of the air?
who neither reap, sow nor care...
We are tainted, tried and tsted everyday -
by people who have no care.

My Shield

I wake up every morning and wonder what my life is worth
people all around seem so strange and so out of this earth.
Time flies, seasons change, yet I feel no thing, its all a haze.
I was at the threshold of life and now I stand in its midst
stones pelting, spears flying arrows darting...
I have no fear cause I wear my breast plate of righteousness
and the belt of truth...
The shield of faith covering me from arrows that flameth...
I wear on me the helmet of Salvation and the Sword of the Spirit -
My God's Word...

United in Prayer

The golden rays that spread in the sky,
and kiss the earth with golden light.
Amidst the birth of a new born morn
God's Angel holds a magic wand,
to breathe new life to one and all.
The birds awake and chirp with glee
while flowers that blossom and bloom are free.
The day progresses with warmth and love
that has been showered from up above.
The even' twilight signals the end of day
when all God's creatures join together and pray.