My Life in a Poem
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.