As a hen gathers her children a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

 As a hen gathers her children,

Right under her wings,

He will also surround  me,

From each and every harm.

Arms of Almighty can never fail,

He is victorious every time,

Neither have they failed in the past

Nor will they fail this time.

Some trust in chariots,

Some trust in fate,

I have you as my refuge,

I have essence called faith.

Hold the mouth of deceitful,

Hold the mouth of lies,

Build your wall around me,

Whenever circumstances try.

Note:- This poem draws its inspiration from Psalm 91. I have always seen the deliverance of the Lord. He part's the sea so that I may cross. To me, he is the only reality that can protect me, His child.

My voice

a poem by R.A. Jacob

My voice is often ignored,
Though I am loud and clear,
The world has chosen to ignore it,
So what if you can't hear.

I will raise my voice to my creator,
For sure, He shall hear,
My voice, my Lord,
Is my prayer.

Prayer is meant for the creator,
Not meant for human ears,
So what if they couldn't, understand,
So what if they couldn't hear.

I talk to the Almighty,
What more do I need,
So what if no one cares,
Christ is there to head.