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    The Shepherd

    My shepherd locks me in the fold For each night after dusk When the sun becomes a scarlet orb And the sky the shade of husk   I could never enjoy the hillside In the blackness of the sky When stars scatter like twinkling jewels And the moon reigns on high   Again at sundown He called for us Back to the dreaded fold All bleated and ran for Him I did my silence hold   I watched Him from hiding As He led all back Merrily they followed Him Back to the old hay stack   I watched Him …

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    Motherhood and Mankind

    My mom has asked me time and again why is it that mothers have to suffer so much? Why did God make mothers so emotional? Why is it that even after tolerating the pains of child birth, mothers still have to tolerate all sorts of pain and stabs all through their life? Why is it that mothers have to play the sacrificial lamb all the time and yet, they are not happy if they don’t? Moms ask questions and they are often bewildered. But they don’t complain. They don’t wish that we were never born (though they sometimes say so …

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    The broken heart

    He hung on that cruel cross He’d given up His breath The soldiers guarding pierced His side, to confirm His death.   As the spear was thrust Proved to man a precious part: As blood and water mingled flowed, God too had a broken heart.   When I feel hurt For what someone’s done to me “Why Lord?!” I in anguish cry He says, “Come, Come and see”   “I was pierced with a spear sharp It burst asunder my feeble heart Just to tell you, child, like you I too have a broken heart”.…

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    First Christmas

    Christmas comes with shades of warmth With baking of sweet smelling cakes With Christmas trees with stars a’ hung And all the joy it awakes   The cards show me pictures of Lazy cherubs floating about Snow capped houses and winter moods When merrily children shout   Carols telling Christmas tale Sung with jingling bells around Cards and hugs and gifts are given Greeting with a joyous sound   But look at the first Christmas Christmas two millennia ago It tells a different story Without the Christmassy glow   I see a woman in pain Deep fear fills her soul as she Oh awaits …

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    The miracle

    Great was the miracle When Abraham, old beyond age Beheld Isaac, new born His righteousness’ wage   Great was that miracle When the rod in Moses’ hand Parted the sea twain And Israel walked on dry land   Great was the miracle When the three men walked the furnace Heated seven fold over yet Unhurt unburned they did surface   Great was the miracle When as token of Daniel’s faith Sealed was the lion’s mouth That to devour layeth   But greater still was that miracle When the Almighty, the King of Creation Came down to earth a mere babe To show mankind His …