Inspirational and Inspiring Gifts


My Life in a Poem

21 Jun 2010

by Reuben Abraham Cherian

Hearken, Dear Brothers In Christ, lend me your ears,
         Let me illustrate my life, to all gathered here;
         My life is not a myth, or a tale,
         But a ship, caught in a gale.

         My Almighty formed me in an angel's womb,
         I entered life's portals, caught in its gloom;
         There I grew up in my hero's arms,
         Given Grace from above to mould me calm.

         Days flew, years grew,
         moments essence in me were few;
         'Cause my creator I hadn't met,
         Hence my life became a bet.

        Caught in the shackles of hell,
        Where I was forced to dwell;
        With no knowledge of the deity
        God my Almighty.

         But as grace would have it,
         I was caught in the habit,
        Of calling to my God,
         In life’s fog.

         But then one day, I caught a glimpse,
         Of His love that never left me since,
        More than an angel or hero of my own,
        A mightier Saviour who is my own;
        Today when on my life I ponder,
         I cannot but wonder,
         Like Mephibosheth a dead dog
        Why is it me that he needs.

         But still all I hear,
         Is that I need not fear;
         Not the wise and mighty are called,
         But the red carpet of Love to the weak and foolish is rolled.

        “My dear child,” he said,
        “You in my palm I have carved instead;
          My cross an apt example,
         Of my love which is ample.”
        “But wait!” I cried,
          In moments of pride
          I did fall back,
         Really really back.”

Then came he to me again,
That was for my own gain;
Full of love was my Saviour’s voice,
That kept me rigid, I had no choice.
No one will snatch you from my love, he said,
You can hide in the cleft for you I have rent
My strength in your weakness made perfect,
When through life you walk imperfect.
For all of you who hear,
The savior makes it clear;
That his children will He steer,
Towards His love that is dear.
 Here I am today
Of his love to proclaim
And I in his presence
Wish to be in every good sense
Hence my life is not a myth or a tale
But a ship with a helmsman, my savior, who will never fail.