TAKE THE RICHES, BUT GIVE ME MY ANGEL!

You may own the planet earth

All its troubles, transients’ joys and name

All its fading beauties, dainties and lost glories

But give me my angel-she worth more than all

You may take the whole wide world

All its heartaches, pains and sweet bitterness

All its fountains, hills and deadly valleys

But give me my angel-she meant the world to me

You may take the universe and own it

All its uncertainty, sensuality, frivolities

All its pestilences, turbulence, disasters

But give me my angel-she’s Queen of my paradise unfathomed

You can take all the wealth and riches

All its pained comfort, short rejoices, lost graces

All its perishables, disgust, trepidation, short-lived

But give me my angel-she’s my true wealth and bountiful riches

All that brings happiness eternal-from my angel

All that beautifies the soul-embedded in my angel

All that thrilled my heart, my mind-escalates my vein-my angel

Your love points to eternity-a light to cheer each winding path

Let me view your constant smiles

Sweetest comfort to my soul from your words

I can sing, dance, rejoice-cause I have you

Till then I shall forever make you “THE ANGEL OF MY LIFE!”

THAT FIRST LOVE!

As in the days of old

When love was the Alpha

Love precipitates the Omega

Love purifies the breath of life and living.

As in the days of old

When love shares with all

When love unselfishly gives and gives

When love freely empathized, sympathized

As in the days of old

When sacrificial love reigned supreme

When men love without dissimulation

When love gives and takes

As in the days of old

When love comforts, consoles, restores

When love encourages, uplifts, conquers

When love forgives, liberates, transforms

Gone are the days of old

When that first love rules the hearts

Conquered pride, subdued hatred

When that first love exemplifies our lives true

Oh! What had quenched the naked flame of love?

Even among brethren of same faith, same womb

Now men’s hearts tend to hurt always

Shadow of pretense now replaces substance

Oh love! What makes you cold in hearts of men?

You were once a driving force

Compelling us to love with no end in sight

But how have we forgotten our roots!

Love the first-ne’er seek self alone

Love the first-ne’er envies nor puffed up against others

Love the first-ne’er thinks evil of no one

Love the first-ne’er rejoice in sin & fall of men.

That first love-lasts eternity

That first love-devoid of pride and prejudice

That first love-bears, believes, endures

That first love-hope, respects, entrusts, repairs.

Riches are rusting-cause of lack of first love

Men are vanishing-cause of lack of first love

Souls are pained daily-cause of lack of first love

That first love! Who will resuscitate to grandeur?

CHILDREN OF THE COMING KING ETERNAL?

In life’s journey through this land

Pilgrims are we-He’s always with us

As we strive to be true- faithful always

Are we children of the King?

Do we in His strength try to subdue?

All angry temper, damned words, inflamed passion?

Refresh impure thoughts, sanctify our minds and hearts?

Remove unkind words, unforgiving hearts-Are we king’s heir?

Can we discipline our evil nature?

Subjecting pride to selfless servitude?

To seek others’ success, progress and happiness?

Can we claim we are children of the King still?

Loyalty to do good, shun evil-then we are!

Pleasing God and show kindness to men-then we are

Truthfully rejoicing and sorrowing together

Then we are CHILDREN OF THE COMING KING ETERNAL.

LONELY WANDERER

I have searched all my life through,
They've been other loves-I agree;
But I've refused all in lieu of you'
Not now, you have my heart, my life , my all.

I have wandered faraway from home,
I have been lost, but you found me;
I'm grateful to God you led me home,
You make all effort to set me free.

I have wandered East, South, North and West in expectation,
I've wandered aimlessly to no avail;
Why did i have to wander?
I thank God it's not later than now.

I'll never wander again, never never again,
'Cause I've found peace and love and never to go astray;
Don't condemn me with this words,-cause it's a truthful tale I've learnt,
And i have to tell it even if dramatically-
And so it pricked me to rest.

GUESS WHO?

Andy's Thralldom 2001......

OH LORD! CAN SHE BE THE ONE?

Just on her first visit

She dazzles and gravitates

Walking majestically cum psychedelically

Dalliancing and dancing fantastically

She steps into my house

A seat on my bedding so gracefully balanced

Sonorously echoing a scintillating salutation

Reassuringly giving a nod of approval of my home

Served with drinks of soft spirit

Food is served-delicacies of graceful bachelor

Politely refused –request she made

“Let me make a choice of dainties I sup”-she says

Hungered she seems-a baked fish she want

Made avail with drink-candidly swallow the fish

Graceful in deportment-gently eats the dainties

Left to go-roughen bedspread-no cooking in sight

“I am tired”-she muttered whene’er on visit

“Cooking not my style”-she muttered whene’er kitchen duty calls

“We’ll get a help”-to do the cook when challenge why

Reluctantly cooks-after much of sermon

Lazy she’s- from kitchen to bed

Complaints always o’er every house chaos

Though sexy in outlook, so lazy in act

Irony of what to see-tastefully disgusting

Oh Lord my God! Can she become a man’s dream wife?

Who’ll care for the home-front whenever he’s off?

Who’ll nurture the children when birth is given?

Who’ll gain access to my heart-stomach if not her?

Oh Lord! Will I ever open my eyes to behold disgust?

When time is right for me to let go of penury yet to come?

But now to part than tomorrow’s regret?

Need divine directives-a help from on high!

MY ANGEL

MY ANGEL

Trials are inevitable

Temptations are tenable

Battles of life inalienable

Pains of living inexcusable

True angels may fall but never put down

She stands again with a little courage

She gives no room for defeat in pursuit

She knows her desires garnishing with grace

She cries the bitterness out of her heart

She emptied herself of hate and scorn

She forgives at ease-ne’er back to sin

Strives for good-abhors evil thoughts

My angel she’s- so beautifully made

Her graces of words- a soothing balm

Her calm mien-strength of character

Her sweet touch and voice-a healing balm

Your praises shall be rife all generations

Your children and offspring shall call you blessed

Your barn shall forever be filled with bounties

Your husband delights only in you forever.

“I”

                                                      

‘I’, a singular letter so powerful to destroy

The mortal being who engages against the creator

Thinking’ I will be like my creator

So much he lost his place honour to destroy

I will overthrow the Creator and take charge

I will claim the Creator’s creatures and so control

I will rise above the Creator and so topple Him

I will rule with pride what I never created

A pride so subtly destroying the haughty

A pride so conspicuously debasing the righteous

A pride so dangerously uproots peace and breathes chaos

I will selfishly acquire what’s never mine

If you boast of your strength- I glory in the knowledge of my King

If you boast of your power- I glory in Divine grace and might

Rather than “I will”- why not “by God’s will”

God’s leading is sure-man’s pride a death trap

As for me- I can do all things through Christ

As for me- God’s will is supreme in all things

As for me-His grace is sufficient

A borrowed life I live from the creator-grace alone my unfading crown.

WILL HE STILL COME?

I was born to hear same-

Many died while waiting-

Many fell apart saying it’s untrue

Some still believed, but with amiss

Those hold dear died without

Those who hate died without

We who believe the promises-

With faith-our only compass to guide

Will He return again? I wondered!

When neither time nor season is told

Will He return again? I pondered daily

When sufferings, sorrows, tears now our daily meal

He bid us “look for the signs”

He told us “look for the waymark”

He encouraged us “watch unto prayer”

Because we know not when except One

The signs herald in the ‘meantime’ before harvest

The patience exercise the grains external sleep not

Or slumber time is at hand

Rapturous feeling’s bearing Testimonies

Signs of time foretell the hour has come

The plant’s are ripe-harvest soon will come

How prepared am I? How ready are you

Will he meet you waiting rightly or wrongly?

As the season approaches in anticipation

So shall the coming of the son of man be

When the righteous change and be joined to him

Rapture so unfathomably supreme.

He will come, I’m sure-lets be ready

He will come, so sure-let’s be prepared

He will, absolutely sure-just for me and you-no doubt.

He shall descend with great glory and power-Hallelujah to my king