May the Angel of death pass by

 a poem by R.A. Jacob

May the Angel of death pass by,

As he finds the blood of the Lamb,

Anoint the blood on the doorpost,

And death shall surely pass.

With faith standup together inside,

In the four walls of your house,

Let the angel pass by,

But you remain in the House.

Christ has conquered death,

Where Oh death is thy sting,

With Him forever and ever,

For death has lost its sting.

The voice of wisdom is often curtailed

a poem by R.A. Jacob

The voice of wisdom is often curtailed,

When people are being made quiet,

When the voice of people is suffocated,

Wisdom for sure dies.

Now people are dying,

Seeking oxygen for sure,

Suffocation is being experienced,

Suffocation is causing death for sure.

If you heard the voice of people,

The people would not have died,

If you acted in council,

Millions wouldn't have died.

Matthew Bill ReginoId, read an article that the Russians were having this problem also, they did an autopsy on two of the victims that died and noticed they had blood clots in the arms legs, and chest area interfering with supplying air to the lungs, they gave the reminder of the patients Ashburn and within forty-eight hours they were able to release the rest of the patients. Stay Safe! USA 05/03/2021 11:20 PM

Reginold Jacob Bill You must be right I don't know how it will end. India 05/05/2021 2:15 AM

Westly Shaw, As long as we have God there is hope! USA 05/05/2021 12:53 PM

Matthew Bill Reginold, the world of today is being attacked by evil as I see some of your poems as little prayers. We need every advantage we can get including spiritual, and like you, I see little wisdom as we fight this spiritual war. May God keep you healthy and safe and your voice strong! He who has ceased to pray has lost a great friendship” Richard evens USA 05/05/2021 7:49 PM

Reginold Jacob Yes. Shaw God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.

Christ can heal you

Peace Poem By Reginold Jacob, India

In this season of covid, 

Christ can heal you, 

He who brought back Lazarus, 

Can even heal you. 

When you are sinking, 

Cry out to the Lord, 

Look at the cross, 

Look for healing from the Lord. 

Death will fail in front of Him, 

Death always fails, 

He who conquered death, 

Can only let you prevail. 

When death is reigning supreme, 

When the angel of death is on move, 

I turn my eyes to my saviour, 

He is my strong refugee. 

Oxygen shortage in India

What politics are you playing

Poem By Reginold Jacob, India

What politics are you playing, 

This time on oxygen itself, 

On the day of the election, 

We will put you to rest. 

Play dirty politics, 

You cannot fool, 

This is not your doctrine, 

The doctrine of divide and rule. 

Don't play with fire, 

You will burn yourself, 

Today humanity is burning, 

Tomorrow it will be you yourself. 

Don't suffocate my country, 

Don't let them die, 

The truth can't be hidden, 

However hard ye may try. 

Hide is the name of this virus

Poem By Reginold Jacob

Hide is the name of this virus, 

Hidden beyond every trace

Hidden by those who found it, 

Hide is its true name. 

Its origin is hidden in mystery, 

Its whistleblowers were also made quiet, 

Its afflicted also hide in misery, 

Everyone is really so quiet. 

Some hide that they are suffering, 

Some hide the number who died, 

Everyone is trying to hide, 

The cause for which all cried. 

Covid I fear not death, 

a poem by R.A. Jacob

Covid I fear not death, 

If my house is prepared, I will go, 

Yet my every breath is counted 

He is the supreme I know. 

Angel of death can't touch me, 

I am resting in my Savior's arms,

No untoward thing can happen, 

His love is a supreme command. 

I will remain loyal to Him, 

To live is Christ, to die is gain,

I am safe in His arms,

Why should I get vain? 

Note:- I wrote this poem as I realised that I am suffering from the corona. I am posting this poem when I and my family are out of it. God is good. Ame

In this world of covid, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

How many more, will die,
I ask you, will someone, ever cry,
On the sage, of hasty decisions,
I don't know, how many will die?

Will we, cry for the driver,
Who died in the train,
Should we cry for those,
Crushed by the train.

Would you, cry with me,
For the child whose mom died,
The child, in it's childlike manner,
Wanted, his mother to awake.

Are these migrant workers,
From some strange land,
If they're the same blood,
When will we reach out our hands?

Were they needed only for freedom,
Now who cares for them,
In this world of covid,
No man will reach out his hands



Note:- Poem is based on recent news. I hope you will understand the pain.

Death to Covid19, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Death to Covid19, and,

To humans Life

For what you bound on the earth,(1)

I in heaven will bind.

If the virus strikes you,

You just look to the Cross of Christ,(2)

If you have not been struck,

Then anoint the blood of Christ.(3)

The angel of death shall pass by,

Looking at the blood of Christ,

Fail not to look at the cross,

Christ has promised redemption & life

When Moses lifted the copper snake,

All those who looked at it were saved,

If affliction strikes, look at the saviour,

And by His Cross be saved. (4)

Waiting on the promises of Jesus,

Waiting for he can't fail,

Do not consider it a small matter,

He has promised life or we fail.

Note-

1. Christ has promised that whatever you ask in His name He will provide.

2. Looking at cross means looking with faith that you will be healed

3. People of Israel were asked to anoint the blood of the Passover lamb on their doorpost to save themselves from death that struck Egypt firstborn.

4. Faith can only save us, we are left with no other option.