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.
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.
by Reuben Abraham Cherian