Can any one tire of feeding milk to a baby?
Nay, I dont think so
Can you complain that it is not listening to you?
Nay, I dont think so
Can you tire of watching the baby smile?
Nay, I dont think so
Can you be aloof when the baby calls you?
Nay, I dont think so.
What is the reason for such uncommon behavior?
What else can there be, but love.
Aint tired of feeding Him with my prayers
Aint complaining that He is not listening to me
Aint tired of watching His smile
Gotta go for He is calling me now.
What is the reason for such uncommon behavior?
What else can there be, but love.
I love my baby, my Lord ..Love knows no limit
to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of
its hope; it can outlast anything.
(1 Corinthians 13:7, 8)
My life was like, a large living room
With a single light, to brighten it up
I moved within, as I grew old, but
The obdurate shadows never left me alone.
I believed in plethora of Gods
To seek solace and to be a Roman
Praying at home one at a time
on the same day over half a century.
At last I found my Lord as if
After a deep comatose sleep
The ever bright and shining,
Came once, will come again.
As if lit by candles more than a myriad,
Now it is bright, the sun is in my room
No more shadows, unlike in my past
The Son is my sun, my Maker my divine.
I can hear Him calling, as if He is here
The pealing of bells, beckon me to be near
Don't you hear Him, thru the ringing bells
Or His inner voice, thru the beating heart.
The Son is my Sun. Praise the Lord.
In my Father's house are many
mansions;..that where I am, there
ye may be also. (John 14:2-3)
6/12/01
