LAUNCH CODE

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

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SOUL SOB

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.

NEVER EVER

Never will I know the cost,
The extent the Father went,
To create & recreate me,
First from mud & then out of sin.

Never can I understand the price,
The extent the Son went,
To redeem & rescue me
From the powers of darkness & strife.

Never do I realise the estimate,
The extent the Spirit goes
To mould & refashion me
In the likeness of His image as in the days of old.

What do I owe, how do I pay, when do I return,
All that HE did, does & will do for me?
Can I ever repay, will I ever reimburse, do I ever reciprocate
All HIS love did, does & will do for me?

No, ten thousand times no,
Never can I recompense, remunerate or repay the debt
HE paid for me, pays for me & will pay for me!

Teach me to
Receive with grace,
Respond with thanks &
Reiterate with faith
The love of my heart,
The intimacy of my soul &
The strength of my body,
O Triune God of my life!

Sabina Tagore Immanuel

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WHAT’S GOING ON!

There’s a wind of pestilence sweeping over the land,
Let’s battle against it by getting on our knees.

There’s a shadow of stygian darkness covering the land,
Let’s dispel it by lighting lamps of gospel righteousness.

There’s a flood of destruction overflowing the land,
Let’s stem it by constructing dams and dykes of protection.

There’s a conspiracy to overthrow the age-old paths of decency,
Let’s band together to return what is sensible and true.

There’s a move of the enemy and alien over the land,
Let’s war against them by storming the gates of hell.

There is the work of the Holy Spirit stealing through the land,
Let’s partner together with Him to retrieve and restore the lost!
            @Sabina Tagore Immanuel

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FOOLED NOT!

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!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Jeff Arnold

LOVE, WHAT IT IS

Love is not just an emotion or an act of the will,
Love is the very being of God Himself!
Love is not just an option or a choice,
Love is just being human with poise!

Love is operating in the nature of God,
Love is being filled with the presence of God!
Love is what makes us go the extra mile,
Love is what helps to do with a smile!

Love is what makes the world go round,
Love is what makes joy to resound.
Loves is what makes it fully versatile,
Love is what fills it daily with new life!

Love makes the routine a thrill,
Love embellishes the mundane with a frill.
Love makes the normal a work of art,
Love enflames the natural with a spark!

Love is what made Him pay the price,
Love is what caused Him not to think twice.
Love will help us go on even when it’s risky,
Love will enable us to trust even when it’s not easy!

©Sabina Tagore Immanuel

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IF SOMETHING IS OF HIM

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!

©SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL

It’s so liberating to say, “Lord, I don’t know what to do but my eyes are on You & I’m going to watch You work it all out.” #JoyceQuote #SeekHim

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COULD HAVE BEEN

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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!

©SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
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WRITING ARIGHT

God has written beforehand your story
He’s formed it to be for His glory,
He’s chosen you the hero in theory,
He is waiting for you to accept His reality!

God has written the plot of your story,
He needs you to trust Him in totality,
He does everything in sync with His sagacity,
He will cover you with His kindness and mercy!

God is waiting to rewrite your story,
Kindly sit down and take an inventory.
Throw out things that will boost your depravity,
Take in that which will make you good and holy!

God is continuing to write your story,
It will surely and truly end in His glory,
Choice is yours to be rooted in His family,
Then you will surely be part of history!
                

Sabina Tagore Immanuel

*This poem was triggered by a post on fb

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DISTRESS DIRIGE

Help me O Lord Creator of all,
God of heaven and of the whole earth,
Lead me completely into the perfect rest,
That you have kept in store allotted for me.

Carved out with care, 
Fashioned with flair
You have ordained my special lair,
For it to be when I tear.

Help me to let go of the old cast,
The familiar way of the real past,
Trusting the One Who has held me fast,
Knowing He would be with me till the last.

Father, I have nothing to show forth nor anything to call my own
All I have on the altar laid for your fire to consume.
Transition me through this valley of shadow of death,
With your gentle strength and your great presence.

Father, it’s a new path I haven’t walked before,
My heart and my flesh shrink from the cross to bear.
It’s not that I doubt your plan for me nor your skill to repair,
It’s the humiliation that I would need to stand and daily endure.

Let the waves that break over me in quick succession
Only prove that it is all for my own progression.
Anchor me in firm stand until they are in recession,
So that I will not sink and be lost in deep depression.

Birth in me the life of Christ
Mold me true in His image so clear.
Hold me close and hide me in you
Until I see your face on the other side!

SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL

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