Vengeance Is Mine, Says the Lord…

Ambushed by scheming sly
Fight or flight was my plight

Wickedness engulfed
Stood still terrified

Well-wishers every day
Advised “Run away!”

Where to run to?
How to fend through?

Politics seen galore
Could take hate and more

But sexual harassment?
Least expected this torment

Drained my confidence
Crumbled me to ruins

Kept mum fearing the bond
The team shared strong

When evil descended
Holy Ghost me defended

With Christ around
Protection did abound

Yet was I wounded and deeply hurt
Evil were those whom I’d trusted

Silence did surround
Fear wrapped around

How unrighteous flourish
Their schemes they lavish

Why should I succumb
Thought why not expose them

Fought back robustly
Yet they overpowered me

Then broke down when alone
Tears of anger wet my pillow

Helplessly trembled
Deep groaning fumbled

Cried to my Maker
Completely shaken

No words escaped
My heart cried aloud

Pass me not by, O Lord
Speak to me, O God!

Avenge me Lord, is there justice?
Will You fight my cause please

Wept till no more tears
Awaited His voice to hear

Slept off with tears dried
Wished morrow never arrived

Then I heard Christ’s voice still and small
“See your Protection standing tall

He who touches Mine
Touches the apple of My eye

I have borne your pain and hurt
When I walked on this earth

Be not dismayed, don’t grudge them
Put away hatred, don’t judge them

Your sin is, you please people
You trust people more and Me feeble

Check your interactions and demeanour
Seek to please God in everything and ever

Better it is to trust God than
To put your trust in any human

Repent from this sin
Rise up, do not give in

Forgive them with character from above
Be wise as serpent and harmless as dove

Seek not to take revenge
Pray for their deliverance

In due time, I’ll visit wicked ways
For vengeance is mine, I will repay”

I woke up refreshed
Though unaware what awaited

Glad God revealed me my sin
Repented from deep within

I will trust in God alone
and please Him and people none

Though am still stalked by worry
I believe aloud, MY GOD CARES FOR ME!

Romans 12:18, 19
If possible, so far as it depends on you, be at peace with all men. Never take your own revenge, beloved, but leave room for the wrath of God, for it is written, “VENGEANCE IS MINE, I WILL REPAY,” says the Lord.

The Wise Surgeon

The surgeon’s secretary deeply apologised over phone specifying the need to re-schedule the surgery, although a minor one. The patient’s husband was obviously angered as they had spent huge volumes travelling all the way for this treatment. It was a very simple operation requiring minimal yet critical intervention. Re-scheduling this treatment did not make any sense. The patient, a famous singer, was to undergo a vocal-cord nodule removal. The husband demanded an immediate, face-to-face meeting with the surgeon, who was also famous in his field. The surgeon being a fine, humble man, yet unable to deny the truth and wanting to effectively convey the same, agreed to meet the gentleman.

On the day of appointment, the husband stepped into the surgeon’s cabin and stretched his hand for a gentleman handshake. The surgeon however, could not do so with his fractured hand that was still plastered. That explained it all!
The surgeon smiled and explained the tragedy and how it rendered him unequipped to operate on his wife’s vocal cord nodule, even though it was a very minor operation. The surgeon gesturing to his fractured arm, humbly explained, “I need to first get my hand in good shape before I can use it to help others.” The husband got the message more so at the backdrop of the surgeon’s humble acknowledgement of his current inability stating, “With a log in my hand I am unable to pull out the speck from your wife’s throat!” At this humour from the surgeon, both the men burst into a hearty laughter and settled for the best possible solution at the moment.

Matthew 7:3 – Consider the beam in your eye, before you behold the mote in your brother’s eye.

Desert Bloom

How come you bloom
Amidst sorrow and gloom
How come you dance
Amidst the fiery lance

How come the desert sun
Doesn’t scorch you nor burn
How come you are beautiful
Despite your thorn and thistle

How you encourage and inspire
How you never complain nor tire
How you wait and always tolerate
How you raise up your praise

Whence cometh your strength
Amidst acute torment
Whence cometh your joy
Amidst enemy’s iniquitous ploy

Tell me now, tell me how to survive
Amidst the future bleak and futile
Tell me how to be calm and hope
Amidst the confusion how to cope

I think I understand the secret
To your joy and life with no fret
You depend on a source from High
Christ who to thee is ever nigh

Ah! The key to your joy is intriguing
In the company of faithful suffering
Lies neat and right your blessing
Emptiness cannot stop your singing and dancing!

Summer Won’t Be Summer Always!

The grasshopper played his violin enjoying the pleasant summer after a long harsh winter. Now he wanted someone to dance to his tune and so hollered out to the ants. But the ants as usual had work to do, and boy they enjoyed their work too! How could anyone have fun with hard labour, thought the grasshopper. “Fools, you ant, the winter has just gone by and you are already back to work? Aw come on now, leave your humdrum and enjoy this soothing sunshine, the fresh blades shooting forth and the plenteous food and comfort. Let’s make merry and live.”

The ants continued their single file, some carrying bits of leaves, some with food particles, some tending to the young and old, etc. They clearly knew what and why they were doing it. They did not feel the need to provide an explanation to the grasshopper but only told him to be ready at all times, as summer wouldn’t be summer always, and that weather change was imminent, be it the floody monsoon, harsh winter or scorching sun.

The mantis in his solemn praying stance from a nearby stalk retorted to the ants, “Now, now, don’t overdo it, why worry about tomorrow. I pray and surrender everything to my Maker and so I don’t have to do anything.”

The prince of ants finally spoke, first to the grasshopper and then to the mantis:
Hopping along all day
Is so much fun you say
But you forget the winter
When you begged stinker

Near the storehouse you lingered
Weak, thirsty, dirty and hungered
Repent and learn from your past
Summer won’t always last

True, tomorrow will take care of itself
Sufficient thereof is today’s evil
But that verse refers to anxiety
However, work we must diligently

Faith without action is dead
Work accountable unto the Head
All pray and no work is laziness sly
It is sinful for you from work to shy

God savours the smell of labour
Trusting Him in all endeavours
Don’t be a burden any further
Rather share burdens of other

Judgement day soon will be here
God then your life’s account will hear
Path of Cross those who didn’t tread
Will partake of hell and its dread

The ants returned to their chores, mundane though it be, cos the sound of impending trumpet forever kept the ants alert and active.

Proverbs 6:6
Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!

Who Is My Greatest Enemy?

Is it the cabbie who returns no change?
Is it the lady grabbing fourth seat in train?
Is it the auto-driver who rigs the meter?
Is it jungle encroaching the perimeter?

Is it the shopkeeper with incorrect scales?
Is it the idle woman carrying tales?
Is it the newspaper that blares wars?
Is it the heaven or shooting stars?

Is it the bus that never comes on time?
Is it the pot holes, muck and grime?
Is it the competitor who stole ideas?
Is it the nature causing paranoia?

Is it the teacher favouring someone?
Is it the property causing division?
Is it the bill passed by government?
Is it the delayed monsoon?

Is it the economic recession?
Is it the women’s liberation?
Is it the politician who lies?
Is it the mosquito that bites?

Is it the inflated onion price?
Is it the hospitals on strike?
Is it the booth that dilutes milk?
Is it the flooding river’s silt?

Is it the rich alone becoming rich?
Is it the poor getting poorer still?
Is it the boss who insults publicly?
Is it the earth shaking violently?

Is it the wife betraying the spouse?
Is it the filth or disorder in the house?
Is it the joblessness?
Is it the land’s barrenness?

Is it the slump in share market?
Is it the data furnished incorrect?
Is it hunger, sleeplessness or sickness?
Is it the thunder, cyclone or wilderness?

Is it the organisation that shut down?
Is it the riotous mob’s frown?
Is it the school with exorbitant fees?
Is it the pollution in the seas?

And so with a list that went on endless
I turned to hear what the Bible tells
Pointing these as opportunities
It unfurled the truth about enemies

Enemy’s trait is to hide and vanquish
Quietly attacking, unknown to the victim
So the enemy’s not in the open? I ask
Bible said, “it’s within, hidden behind a mask”

And so I peered within me and was aghast
There they were all, huddled and held fast
Anger, fear, complain, murmur, laziness, jealousy
Were names of few of my enemies

They sneered at me, growled back
I felt totally unequipped and lacked
I grabbed my earthly weapon
The Bible said, “with these you can’t win!”

Then I thought, if I let them be
Then they too would let me be
The Bible warned, “their sole aim,
Is to destroy your spiritual and entire frame”

Seeing the gloom on my face
Bible advised, “First repent from evil ways,
Then in faith wear the armour of God
Press forward and conquer the lot”

As I obeyed, I could subdue
What joy filled through
Conquer I can my enemies
Through the Lord Jesus Christ’s Grace

And these enemies seemed
Deriving strength within deep
The Bible further opened my eyes
Enthroned deep and gloating was ‘I’

‘I’ prided and ruled the roost
All other enemies did it boost
Now how to fight this one? I thought
Bible said, “Deny your ‘self’ and pick up the Cross”

The Bible tells the Truth as it always told
Denying my ‘self’ and picking my Cross
Is so powerful, the enemy surrendered
Grace took over, out the enemy tumbled

How I rejoice over God’s love
And the Bible, God’s Word, from above
This truth the Bible helped me see
The fallen ‘I’ or ‘Me’ is my greatest enemy

Selfless Love

This is a short story
Of a rose oh so lovely
Yet all with it wasn’t right
Despite the sun shining bright

The lovely rose wept
Silently when it slept
Not a sigh nor rustle
Yet, deep within wrestled

Why should I live with thorns
When I, the nature adorn
While I radiate aura without
Deep within hatred I spout

Amidst these thorns
I am empty and forlorn
They pierce me when I sway
Jubilee is so far away

Thus rose struggled
Even more perturbed
When the Gardener instructed
To love even thorns whole-hearted

I can for once live indifferent
But with them I’m intolerant
I just can’t love those unlovely
Knowing well, me a sinner You loved me

I just can’t love, O Lord!
I remember all their wrong
They schemed against me, hurt me
How Lord, can I love my enemy?

Please help me, O! Gardener!
As a King, You did thorns wear
But You did with genuine love
Not faking, pure love from above

The Gardener heard rose’s honest cry
Rose’s sinful hatred and heavenly desire
Reached out to help with Grace
Yearned rose to be delivered from hate

You hate because you are proud
Esteeming self, more than you ought
You do not credit your Maker
For your ability and caliber

You despise the weak and failing
Forgetting God you is holding
Compare yourself not with weaker
But with Christ, the Redeemer

God made roses, thorns, et al
Said ‘It is good’ when saw ’em all
The Respecter of none
Came to remove man’s sin

Rose, you forget the sin
Thence from you were delivered
You pride today in your goodness
Thinking no end of yourselves

You who are mature in Christ
Bear others’ weakness infinite
Seek to do Father’s will always
In Jesus name, love all in your way

Look at the Faith Author and Finisher
Rather than blemishes of other
Remember, Father look at you only could
Through His Son Jesus’ Blood

Repent rose from self-pity
Pride, hatred, and animosity
Wrap your ‘self’ with His Grace
To love all of Adam’s race

Rose repented of the sin
To have despised kith and kin
Having bitterness harbored
Against those from the fold

So rose with Gardener’s help tried
In every step to love, something died
The dying rose now with changed sight
Saw the thorn in the beauty of Christ

So while the thorn remained a thorn
God helped rose be again born
With a heart filled with selfless love
Replaced hate with love to all serve

That night the storm raged
The thorns well stabbed
Rose swayed and bled
Gazing on Christ, hate fled

The rising sun was joyous
To see a smiling rose
Albeit with scars and bruises
Rose embraced thorns and thistles

Thus ends the short story
Of a rose oh so lovely
When in Christ, all is right
Whether the sun shines or not bright 🙂

Romans 5:8 …but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.