This dear son of mine….

As you blest Abraham in days of old

  At the crossroads of life he met me
  I was perplexed weary and alone
  My burden was heavy and the way hard
  And I fell beneath the load
  He spoke to me as to a child
  His touch was soft and words were mild
  ‘Rely on me, trust me’
  He said in a voice sweet and soft
  Bewildered was I at his tender call
  I knew not whether to turn or fall
  But that day my burdens rolled apart
  And there was a song in my heart.
  Whether billows roar or waves do soar
 With the Savior there is nothing to fear
 O weary heart - just trust and obey..
  And the peace of God shall power your way

 
  I looked at the mango tree
  It was in full bloom
  Summer was fast approaching
  And fruit was on the boughs

  Mother told me this:
  ‘That seed was sown
  on the day that you were born’
  How both of us had grown!

  The seed had grown
  Drawing strength from the soil
  and borne good fruit
  but have I borne fruit?

  Am I grafted to my Savior?
  Have I taken root in Him?
  Do I bear the fruit of the Spirit?
  Visible for all to see?

  These are the questions that often arise
  When I gaze at the mango tree
  the mango tree is bearing and sharing
  How about you and me?

Life’s a bridge

Indira

  One early morning
  As the sun was rising
  I was standing by a river bank
  Watching a boat sailing by

  I saw ripples on the waters bright
  Dazzling in the sunlight
  But as the boat went by
  The ripples went out of sight

  Are our lives like ripples?
  That disappear as we pass by
  Without making a mark that lasts
  On the river of life flowing by?

  Should we not be like a bridge?
  Built across the swift waters
  For those who see us to whisper
  ‘What a bridge to cross the waters’

  Let us be helpful and useful
  Like a bridge across the river
  Leading people to the other side
  Helping them to reach heaven’s door

  A Helping Hand 

Indira

  I sat in the garden amidst the green
  I saw a bug climb up a leafy plant
  His eyes bright and expectant
  Happy as he marched up the stem
  but when he reached the top
 He was sore distressed
  there was nothing there to eat!
  As I sat there looking at the bug
  A thought crossed my mind
  I bent the blade of the plant
  Just to touch the next
  The eyes of the insect brightened up
  He quickly walked and crossed
  To the next plant his hunger to satisfy
  A bending of the stem
  Satisfied the hunger of the bug
  And he was happy
  So also in life
  A little act of love
  A kind word, a helping hand
will do wonders
  And turn the world upside down

Growing Old

Indira

A little more tired at the close of day

A little less anxious to have our way

A little less ready to fret and blame

And so we are nearing the journey’s end

When time and eternity meet and blend

A little less care for earthly gold

A little more rest in the days of old

A broader view a more tolerant mind

A little more love for all mankind

A little more careful of what we say

And so we are faring a- down the way

A little more love for the friends of youth

A little more zeal for established truth

A little more charity in our views

A little less thirst for the daily news

And so we are folding our tents away

And passing in silence the close of day

A little more leisure to sit and dream

A little more real the things unseen

A little bit nearer to those ahead

With visions of those long lived and dead

And so we are going where all must go

To a place the living may never know.

Growing Old

Indira

  It has been said of an old man who had lived in London all his life, that when he left London to live with his children in a village close by, that he would often climb a hillock and gaze on the dazzling sights of London.  His heart yearned to go back to London to live there in surroundings where he had grown up, lived, loved, and been loved

  Old age is a stage where we are like kings and queens who have lost their crowns.  We have lost our place of importance.  We retire from service and even in our homes have no say in the matter.  Children take over and we have to keep to ourselves.  Old age is a period that everyone has to pass through

 Would you say only youth is beautiful?  Which is more beautiful Sunrise or Sunset? Spring or autumn? Youth is beautiful, blithe and debonair.  Old age is bent with age and woe, with wrinkles deep and looks too plain to speak about

But age with its prudence experience, patience, and maturity outbalances the alacrity of youth.  Statistics show that several artists, poets and painters brought forth their masterpieces after sixty years of age 

 Did not God make a covenant with Abraham in his 99th year?  So seniors take heart. It was Browning who said, ‘Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be’.  We may yet have glad surprises along the corner - spiritual or otherwise…

  Rock of Ages

Indira

When old, our consciences can find peace with God.  He is the Rock of all ages and in this cleft we take shelter.  We need not think of our past sins as we have been saved by His grace and are at peace with God. We need not suffer remorse again for our mistakes. These blunders have made us wise and helped us to teach the younger generation and pray for them.
Yet it is true that the old have nothing to aspire for in this life. We tread this earth with a feeling of loneliness. We keep looking back on past and think of the happy days we had with our parents and later on with our spouse.    In our childhood there were many people to dote on us.  In our marriage, spouse and children were there. When spouse is no more and children leave the nest, we feel left out and lonely. It is here that our Savior envelops this vacuum and with his presence talks to us, walks with us, and guides us along life’s journey.
 All through life God has stood by us and he stands by us even more in our old age.  God says ‘Even to your old age I am he and even to hoar hairs will I carry you. I have made and I will bear, even I will carry and deliver you.’
 So now that our duties and responsibilities are over on earth we should strive to spend our time and energy serving him, pleasing him and portraying him in our actions as best we can.