TREASURED PLEASURE

 

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When God is my deepest pleasure,
I display Him as my highest treasure.
Who can know the worth of His greatest measure,
Or understand the extent of His gracious pressure!

When God is my eternal loving Father,
Why do I need the favor of another.
For Him I am not a nuisance or a bother,
I constantly look to Him for anchor and tether!

When God is my source and supply,
I don’t need to anywhere look or apply.
He won’t let even a day go simply by,
Without any provision or something for me to buy!

When God is my only Lord and Lifegiver,
I just need to look to Him to change my behavior.
Where could I run from my precious Savior,
That teaches me to love everyone as my neighbor!

When He is my ever constant friend and Lover
I have not to seek anyone to be my protective cover.
He’ll overshadow me with His kindly power
I run eagerly after Him for His glories to discover!

When He is enough to satisfy my deepest desire,
What else do I need for to reach or aspire.
He is with me in every day I breathe and respire,
How can I not follow Him and scintillate as a live wire!

             © SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
*Poem inspired by a tweet by John Piper: “When God is our deepest pleasure, we display him as our highest treasure.” https://t.co/xMHkX9mKKf
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SPIRIT RAIN

Fill us this day, O Spirit of God,
With the power promised by our Lord.
Fill us until we are overflowing the rim,
Thoroughly sated and up to the brim!

Anoint us again that we may be,
Navigating our trail as easy as it can be.
Saturate us with your wonderful presence,
That we may joyfully go about your business!

Touch us such that we would ever be,
Refreshed not dessicated as dry air.
Restore us such that we would ever be,
Renewed not dehydrated in despair!

Teach us to prioritize and progress,
So we won’t be depressed neither digress.
Help us to produce and reproduce
So we won’t be oppressed neither regress!

Let living waters out of our belly flow,
Pervading our systems and setting them aglow.
Help us really to consider and know,
Though broken, we still can rise and go!

Cover us with clouds of thundering rain,
Drenched with your life, we can overcome pain.
Fall softly on us like the morning dew,
Rejuvenated by your grace, we can surely grow!

Walk with us, dear Lord, as kith and kin,
So we can overcome sorrow and sin.
Reside with us, dear Friend, in life and death,
So we can rest assured you’re in till end!

SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
*This was inspired by what Ps Benedict Joseph (@AjBenedict) prayed in Sunday Service at NLAG church, Little Mount, Chennai, S.India
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WHOM SHALL I SEND

God loves to choose someone and send,
He’s does it from the beginning to the end,
He sent His Son from heaven for us to mend,
So we would to the world Him recommend!

His people He does call and apprehend,
Out of safety on Him to depend,
For them, He does others reprimand,
As they on earth do Him represent!

If you will but go when He does send,
To you His power He’ll always append.
You’ll have no fear of how do I spend,
For He will your provision superintend!

If you will but go when He does send,
His divine DNA will be your brand and descent.
Son & servant will greatly be entwined,
Within you as you are His marching band!

If you will but go when He does send,
You will be bold and fear no downtrend.
Your words will trumpet as a clear gospel sound,
Handing the devil a rout and a rebound!

If you will but go when He does send,
Your life will grow and be on the ascend.
The past won’t hinder you to stay and defend,
You’ll be on the move and on consistent transcend!

If you will but go when He does send,
He will be your constant guide and friend.
You’ll ne’er in confusion or in dead end be,
For you’ll really His will comprehend!

So what do you think you should intend,
When you hear His call and do attend?
Will you be wise to say I am here for you to send,
Or hide in doubt and choose to stay behind!

Go into the world today as one who’s sent,
By the Master of the Universe as His regent.
Fear not, just be His witness and don’t resist,
He’s with you in everything you entrust.

Be cool and walk the day in rest,
He just knows what for you is the best,
He’ll be with you in your ceaseless quest,
So just begin to do what He requests!

SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
*Poetic form of Sunday Sermon by Ps Jacob John, Canada
© NLAG CHURCH, LITTLE MT, CHENNAI, INDIA
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RELEGATED

Finally, everything was done. Sorta of.

An era seemed to have gone away, something seemed to have shifted with his passing.

Then the sorting, weighing, disposing, realigning and reassigning.

His valuables had no value in this time; his sentiments would not be honored. After all he was not going to be there any more.

Soon nothing would remain. He would be forgotten, his impact would vanish, his presence forgotten and his memory lost

Even the clock, his treasured masterpiece, was junked and relegated to the closet, irrelevant in a digital world.

Would she be too, she wondered.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

WHY, WHY, WHY, LORD

Why this cup for me, Father dear,
Why this suffering that I have to bear?
Why this crying with needless tears,
Why this realization of my strong fears?

Why this path of thorns to tread,
Why is this all that I have always dread?
Why is it that my faithful heart has bled,
Why does everyone just want to see red?

Why is it tough if its Your Will,
Why is it rough if its what You say?
Why are people gruff when its not their way,
Why do I have such stuff when I’m sure enough to stay?

Why such wailing when its not about the gold,
Why such crying when its not about this world?
Why isn’t there singing when its succinctly so bold,
Why isn’t there rejoicing when there’s so much to enfold?

All my thoughts I do consider and render,
All my ways I do weigh and tender,
May I stand transfixed by You in awesome wonder,
When I watch and wait for You in abject surrender!

© SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL

TIME PAUSE

Time passes so quickly by,
Moments often go fleeting by,
Life is just simply flying by,
I can only hold memories with a sigh!

I don’t regret the past
Nor crib that it didn’t last
I do wish it hadn’t gone so fast
Though I cannot say I did have a blast!

I’ve sowed in tears with many a fear,
I’ve floundered in doubts with many a debt,
I’ve cringed with aches with many a mistake,
I have survived a thousand brawls with many a wrong call!

I wish I had my life lived much better,
Without the burden of thoughts oh so bitter.
I yearn to have loved much more sincere
Not sticking so too close to the letter!

What more awaits me in the years ahead,
I have no real clue, I have no certain lead.
All I have is His promise, all I need to know is His Word,
For He has in the wilderness a table spread!

© SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
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HEAVEN’S GAIN, EARTH’S LOSS

Everyone here on planet earth
Just is passing through what’s life,
A journey so short in space & time,
Yet a fleeting trial for what is to come!

Some make it fine, others make it shine,
Many often only pine or repine.
Some become kind, others become refined,
Many, of course, make only a beeline!

Every soul that anchors in Christ,
Has no serious fear for day or night,
Naught can disturb them, slight or blight,
They just know to live by faith not sight!

Their days may be seventy or seven,
Their homes may be like hell or heaven,
Their might may heighten or lessen,
But they would only to their Lord often listen!

Such ones don’t seem to matter while alive,
We have often just brushed them aside.
Yet somehow they have to managed to survive,
Until they do stand before Him and jive!

None can measure the extent of their worth,
Nor realize the depth of their lonesome berth!
Many know not that earth has actually disdained
What heaven holds dear as great gain!

© SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
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