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My Massa, My Messiah

You are my massa  you are my messiah
You are in my breath you are in my soul.
Thy name takes me Into a different realm
So peaceful, so much I am in love with.


You command my every action by the Word
handed over thru apostles centuries ago
Sure it is not for me alone but for everyone
For there is life in thy word.

You are my shepherd, you are my king
Wish I were the lamb in your clasp
Close to your heart, fount of thy grace
To immerse us sinners in thy mercy.

Have a cross so close to my heart
On glancing ,my whole being shudders
To realize how much you have suffered
So as to fulfill the prophecy.

I knew not my Lord ain't a Christian,
Am a believer of  a score months
Happy to rest my belief, without being
Reborn in the sacramental terms
Wishing  to lead a life so Christian
To fill my days with prayers.

'morrow is the Christmas, millennium's first
A season of cheer and mirth, but for me
Its a time of reaffirmation of hope
That He is there to lead me and guide me
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12/24/01
St John's Church, West Chester, Cincinnati,OH
....we have found the Mesias..
(John 1:41)
The Wind

I have inherited the wind and am proud to say so
Not that I am the chosen one but am like any other being
While listening to the sermon on Day of the Messenger
The revelation stuck me as if I was asleep.

Not many do understand but is taken for granted
Praise the Lord for this mercy no one could see
But when wind passes through the larynx as words
I do not intend my voice as one in the wilderness.

But would desire like John the Baptist, to cry out loud
"Our Lord is coming, Praise the Lord"
My soul, my body why dilate, my life is His
Am not holy like John am a lowly but not a heathen.

Let me be the skin to make His walks less painful
Let me be the staff to enable Him lean and rest awhile
Let me be the bread and wine to feed the hungry
Let me be the rock for Him to deliver the Sermon.

Let me be the cross to be the first anointed with His blood
Let me be the crown of thorns to be closer to His thoughts
Let me be each one of his apostles
For I cannot sing His praise in one lifetime

The Lord looked down from heaven upon the
children of  men to see if there were any that
did understand, and seek God.... (Psalms 14:2)
Selected for Anthology of Poetry by Intl Society of Poets in 2003