Sin, Death and Hope

Sin, where art thine hands that hath embraced this world?
Death, where is thy victory?
Oh sin! The LORD hath bore thee,
HE hath laid thee in the earth’s womb,
Death, where is thy kingdom that reigns?
Hath HE not trampled thee under HIS feet and laid thee with thy brother sin in an everlasting sepulcher?
Hope, have thee not seen thine new face that the LORD hath given thee?
Thou were redeemed by HIS holy blood,
Thou were dressed with HIS robe of salvation,
Thou were shown a way, a way that leadeth thee to HIS kingdom.

- by Yeshwanth. B. V., B.D.IV

Man is like a train

Man is like a train

                                - Shalu T. Mathew

At the age of 20, he is like a ‘Local’

That stops all stations.

At 30, he is like a ‘Special’

That stops only at towns.

At 40, he is like an ‘Express’

That stops only at big junctions.

At 50, he is like an old ‘Locomotive’

That stops often for refilling.

At 60, he doesn’t take off any more,

He remains in the yard.

The Silence of the Night

As the silence of the night echoed,
A voice of betrayal came forth,
To kiss the Savior,
Though HIS hands were bound in chains,
Yet HE was not reluctant in giving up HIS hands to be nailed,
Though HE was led before the unrighteous,
Yet HE was not hesitant in giving up HIS feet to be nailed,
Though HE was silent, yet HE spoke strongly,
His voice has echoed through out all the generations that has passed,
Still HIS voice echoes in our hearts,
Calling us to be his begotten sons,
To be HIS portion forever

- by Yeshwanth. B. V., B.D.IV

Who am I?

Life's so wonderful,
The greatest gift of God!
Who can create it?
Who can destroy it?
Anyone has authority over it?
The Almighty holds everything
Man is just dust
And goes to the same place where he started (Ecc. 3:20)
Life belong to the Creator
None has the control over it
Then reason!!!
Who am I?

-- Imsujungla, (NBD III)