Saturday, May 14, 2005


O Lord you love me so much,
Will I understand the wholeness of your love?

I wish to know and I wish to fathom,
And even if I do, will I ever understand?
No I will not ...I know.

So oh Lord, even in passing whispers,
Speak your love and let the ears of my heart listen,
Let them give attention to its Creator;
In your words then will my heart find rest

In the chaotic entropy of life,
In worries, strifes and mundane routines,
You alone can bring stillness to my soul
You alone can surround me with pristine peace,
Now this I know, so I shall tell my heart this:

Oh! be still my soul. Your Lord is here,
Oh what a wonder, wonder of wonders,
The Ancient of days takes pleasure in a sinner,
Now my soul is quietened by your presence,
Silence captivated, heart tumulting to hear Him speak,

To be satisfied with words of life from Life Himself.

Now, He speaks each word going deep,
Springing new life and hope, radiating light,
Though not understanding all,
His words bring sound sense and wisdom within,
Each crevice and artery of my heart being lit with holy fire,
An impossible joy rising, yearning to leap in physical ecstasy
With a song, shout and praises for the most High.

But He says "Sit still, my son" and listen,
So I do, as a horse ready to be broken,
Mesmerised by the master of heaven and earth,

O Lord, and My God, I am in quiescent,
Calmed by your love in sweet embrace of your arms.


Monday, May 09, 2005

What Love is this?

Thou art in Heaven, seated high and above,
Exalted in might and strength;
Yet O Lord, your love stretches and reaches down
To the sons of men who are nothing but dust.

O Lord you choose to let your light shine upon us,
So these earthen vessels can hold Heaven's greatest treasure,
To reflect and radiate the divine presence of Messiah's light
So that these particles of dust can shine like bright crystal stars.

O Ancient of Days, King of all ages,
Exalted in Glory and splendor;
Yet O Lord, you garbed yourself in humility and shame,
To save the sons of men who were worthy of death.

O Lord you adorned your bride thus, in shining garments,
So that we are holy, pure and in beauty surpassing,
Sparkling, forever glimmering, tender and loving bride of God
So, now we can live with You forever and ever in your eternal love.

By Sam Kurien