COULD HAVE BEEN

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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WOMAN ARISE

Arise, O Woman, shake off the dust,
Why do you sit with your head in your hands,?
Don’t you know you can’t allow your life to rust,
There is still work to be done before you rest!

Arise, O Woman, shake off your gloom,
Why do you rock and cry as if it is the day of doom!
Don’t you realize life is still full of newness and bloom,
There is much to be done so don’t be overcome!

Arise, O Woman, shake off the cobwebs and frost,
What do you mean when you say all is lost!
Don’t you catch that this just a wakeup post,
There is still much for you to apprehend and accost!

Arise, O Woman, don’t give up now,
Yes the battle is strong and the sharp winds do blow!
Don’t let go of what is yours and in self-pity wallow,
Be strong, our God is mighty and He won’t let you go!

Sabina Tagore Immanuel
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HITHERTO

Hitherto has the Lord helped us,
The ever present reminder in my troubles,
A constant refrain that rings in my ear,
A stable anchor amidst the raging waves
That rock my boat with many a tear.

Hitherto has the Lord been our guide,
Helping us traverse the rocky divide,
A restful shade in a barren hillside,
A wellspring of water in a desert site,
He’s the cool cloud under which I stride.

Hitherto has the Lord led us through a spar,
Safe and secure inspite of many a scar,
A shield in battle when the enemy rages from near or far,
A tower of defense when we tire in despair,
He is the banner under which I fight life’s war.

Hitherto has Lord been our beacon of might,
Shining on our path as lamp and light,
A sun by day and a moon by night,
A beam of rare hope that keeps me alive,
He is the star under which I live with true insight.

Ebenezer God is still on the throne,
Everything is well on this earth we call home,
None can stop all that He has decided or planned,
Nor prevent anything when He holds command,
Time is under the control and rule of His hand.

SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL
*Thanks to Matteo Vistocco for making this photo available freely on @unsplash 🎁 https://unsplash.com/photos/CYN6x1FyPWs

NOT & BUT

Not objects of wrath
But targets of mercy

Not orphans abandoned
But heirs salvaged

Not hated even a moment
But loved forever eternally

Not sinners rejected summarily
But saints accepted unconditionally

Not branded as accursed
But sealed as truly blessed

Not people destined for hell
But inheritors waiting for total redemption!

Sabina Tagore Immanuel
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