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Saviour

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He came with a message of goodwill

which we seem we want to gag,

God saw our deep predicament

we had no hope ahead,

He came to meet us in our need

that we our sins might shed,

“ a little child shall lead them ”

the prophet prophesied;

As he grew up to manhood

it was for our sins he died.

for the words of wisdom

and the love he showed,

they nailed him to that Cross;

it was for you for me for all

he suffered on that tree,

the babe who was Jesus;

Saviour

set us free.

Devotional

( by Joan Wilson)

I said I’d go where you put me Lord,

and mostly I have done,

but not as much as I ought to have

I haven’t always won !

indeed if I start checking

I know I’d be dismayed,

always it’s your love and mercy

that I’ve seen displayed,

now I stay where you’ve put me

I know that’s alright too,

for you’ve promised in your name

forever I will be with you.

Regret

(by Joan Wilson)

Those things we so regret,
thank you,you bore it all,
“cast your cares upon me”
still that is your call,
still the burden bearer
still the Lamb for Sin,
praise the name of Jesus
glory to my King,
you alone victorious,
let His praises ring!
help me praise you for the thorns
as well as roses Lord,
yet always that sweet fragrance
comes with every dawn
as we meditate with you
here in this sweet retreat,
I thank you Lord for this as well
sat at your mercy seat,
when I’m poor and needy
you comfort and disarm,
and tell me,”I bore it all”
put off your wild alarm.

( Joan Wilson was awarded the title of Faith-Centred Poet of the Year 2018 in the Destiny Poets’ International Community of Poets Annual Awards )

Blotted Out

 

Blotted them out,
it’s just as if
they had never existed;
He said,” removed,remembered no more”
at such thoughts my eyes are misted,
Perfect in your righteousness,
Lord how can that be?
such mercy I can’t understand,
yet I so want to see,
for we can’t dismiss
such wonderful Redemption,
I’m sorry I’m so forgetful
when you’ve given me exemption,
from hell’s death and destruction;
prepared a place for us,
right in your Father’s glory
no right of mine,no fuss
just love unbound,wonderful,
I’m left no more to do
except “come follow me my child”,
“for I AM the way through !”
turn my heart from selfish gain
unto Your love for all,
and Lord pick me up I pray
when I’m so prone to fall.

 

Encouraged

( by Joan Wilson )

Lord, I have tended to worry
as if it were a must,
thank you that you helped
or surely I’d have bust!
You’ve lifted me encouraged me
and given me fresh hope,
where things seemed impossible
you never left me in the darkness to grope,
but encouraged me to
put my trust in you,
in the end I gained the best
because you saw me through,
here I am quite old and grey
yet trusting still
because of that encouragement
every day’s been your day,
you’ve kept a rein on us
that leading and that guiding
“wait,see the Glory and
the Grace of Christ your King”
then we found the wonders
that cause our hearts to sing.

 

Everything

 

Everything ?
yes everything
by prayer bring all to God
the scary things,
the weary things,
the daily things;
Remember He has been here,
an ordinary man
not a rich exciting one
but one who knows and
can appreciate your problems
of living day by day;
how to earn a crust of bread,
to walk the Saintly way,
it’s easy then to make request
he knows just how it is,
fellowshipping with folk like me
and you,not men of whizz;
When I’m afraid Lord
I will trust in you,
because you’ve walked the walk
your outlook Lord is true,
you died that we might find
forgiveness too,
the one thing that was different
your sinlessness was true!

(  by Joan Wilson )

The Next Generation

( by Joan Wilson)

And Lord we have-they know we care
and in whose love we stand,
they come to us to ask for prayer
knowing we’ll lift our hands,
children are a heritage
and we know that full well,
we don’t want them out of Christ
your home,Lord we foretell,
all the generations
we bring my Lord to thee,
now and in the future
some that we may not see,
unto our children’s children
whatever year they’re at,
we know not when you’ll come Dear One
but we want them too at that,
comfort with the coming of
Jesus Christ our Lord,
Our King our only Saviour
God bring all on board,
stir up the heart strings
of all who hear of thee,
especially these for whom we pray
now and eternally.

As You Love

(by Joan Wilson)

O that I loved as you loved!
not tainted Lord by me,
it seems whatever good I do
is spoilt by what I feel,
the silly irritations
the easy weariness,
that comes upon my body and spirit
though I do want to caress,
and be their help and comfort
yet they must Lord too,
learn how to lean on my God
if they are to come through,
give me springs of water
when I feel dry bereft,
to go that extra little mile
when my own soul is cleft,
give me fresh sight dear Saviour
of thy wondrous love to me,
that I may pass it on, Beloved
as you helped me to see,
whether I am a “leader”
a “helper” or “mate”,
let me be what you want Dear Heart
and not to hesitate.

(“As You Love” poem by Joan Wilson can be found in
the anthology “Morning by Morning”)

Love Cajoling at Vrindavan

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Bank of Yamuna, spring eternally embellished.

Lover’s dais an adorned amulet frothing in love

Love notes playing on perfumed petals of lute.

Horizon blushed in hush seeing the charisma

Dusk with vermillion pride hanging on the west.

 

Moon savour Yamuna’s dancing waves of joy

Night stood metamorphosed like a dream.

Green wood tranquil, tamed leaves non fluttering

Humble breeze unfold magic mantra in hour’s spirit.

Heaven perched upon Vrindavan as a bough

And the habitants’ left in spell bound.

 

Vrindavan yielded to Lord Krishna’s fervid Leelas.

His footprints kiss sands and imprints sing keertan for him.

His pranks on Gopis, moments of supreme celebration

Such fiesta they foster as caprice and love to indulge more

Unconditional love of Gopis an undisputed renowned truth.

 

Radha , the true love and shadow of Krishna

Love stricken ethereal beauty of Vrindavan

Often hides her presence playfully in the bushes

To invite Krishna’s blissful apparitions to get lost

in his sudden embarrassing embrace of love.

She forgets self in those elated soulful moments.

 

When her soft fingers touch His peacock feather

There is rainbow harvest on the bluish sky.

When Krishna caress her tresses romantically

Her anklets and bangles giggles in ecstasy.

When Radha’s honeyed lips kiss His Murali

Shivarangini Raaga flows as Ganga everywhere.

 

Whole Vrindavan exhale their love saga

There is a melody in the mesmerising love.

Glory of Radha and Krishna touch the sky.

It chimes on the clouds and reach Devalog.

 

Away from all crowds, simple and divine lass Tulsi

Surrender in devotion as garland for Krishna

To remain on Krishna’s chest as Srivatsa forever!

 

© Maaya Dev 2015 Dec

 

Foot Notes

Vrindavan : A Hindu pilgrimage site, especially in referenced to Lord Krishna

Gopi _A sanskrit word meaning ‘cow-herd girl’. Having unconditional love for Lord krishna

Leelas – A sanskrit word which means play

Keertan – Devotional hymn

Devlog – Heaven

Murali – Flute which is Lord Krishna’s favourite instrument.

Tulsi : Basil leaf which is  considered as a sacred plant.

Srivatsa  –  It is a mark on the chest of Lord Vishnu where his consort Sri Lakshmi resides.

( Krishna is considered as the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu)

Jesus Christ-Messiah,Saviour ( Rebooted 13 /07/2019 as “Saviour” )

(by Joan Wilson)

Please put Christ back in Christmas
and deplete the razzamatazz,
he came with a message of goodwill
which we seem we want to gag,
God saw our deep predicament
we had no hope ahead,
He came to meet us in our need
that we our sins might shed,
“a little child shall lead them”
the prophet prophesied,
as he grew up to manhood
it was for our sins he died,
but the words of wisdom
and the love he showed,
before they nailed him to that cross
but that was when he glowed!
it was for you for me for all
he suffered on that tree,
the babe who was “Messiah”,”Jesus”
“Saviour”-set us free.

(“Jesus Christ-Messiah,Saviour” poem by Joan Wilson can be
found in the anthology,”Morning by Morning”)