Every prison can be broken

a poem by R.A. Jacob

You can only be caged in the prison you create, 

So break the walls anyway, 

Why live as a prisoner, 

Live as a free man I say. 

Every prison can be broken, 

You have to take concrete steps, 

Walls can crumble in a go, 

If you pray and say, Amen. 

Master of heaven and earth

Master of the whole universe, 

Master I seek thy protection, 

Master world fails to understand. 

I will only cling to thy cross, 

I will my succour claim, 

Like the woman who touched thy robe, 

My faith shall always prevail. 

Master your servant never fails, 

Master your grace is supreme, 

I will only look to thee,

Rest is just not to be seen. 

Let's make our world more beautiful

 Let's make our world more beautiful,

We can build it once again,

World war brought the world to an end,

Love brought it to life again.

Carpenter brings back too life,

He can always renew,

He did it 2000 years ago,

He can, do it even today.

Let's pray, let's pray, lets pray,

Let's pray that he renew your life,

Let's pray that he rebuilds us,

He is the source of our life.

Note:- I dedicate this poem to my brother and my sister in law who have always stood as inspiration for me.

Cover me in thy sheen

Cover the nakedness of our thoughts

 Poem By Reginold Jacob

Live suffocated, I tell you,

Just as you wear the mask,

This is a sophisticated world,

Suffocation is just a part.

Only a mad man can walkout naked,

All others have to wear clothes,

Clothes that hide our nakedness,

Lest we may be exposed.

What a beautiful world it is,

Considering nakedness a shame,

Hatred, malice, intolerance,

All are a part of the game.

Cover the nakedness of our thoughts,

Cover the nakedness of our being,

Cover  my Christ, I pray  thee,

Cover me in thy sheen.

My Life is day & night

I leave all my burden on Christ

a poem by R.A. Jacob

My Life is like day & night,

Day for the whole world to see,

Darkness as I can find,

For all my sins, I cant hide.

I leave all my burden on Christ.

I am nothing without Him, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I am nothing without Him

a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

I am nothing without Him,

His forgiveness is my life,

If fruit of disobedience,

Could rob us of our life.

Than fruit of Christ's obedience,

Can bring us back to life,

Door to heaven is open,

Only through the blood of Christ.

I'm the way, the truth, the light

The vine,the door, and everlasting life,

The hope of the sinful,

The light to the blind.

My bank of righteousness,

In whom I myself confine,

When the judgement begins

I will hide in the blood of Christ.

R.A.Jacob

I will wait on the deliverance of the lord, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I will wait on the deliverance of the lord

a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

I'll wait, on the deliverance of the lord,

Never on any other means,

Neither has He failed ever,

Nor will He fail you see.

He lifteth the poor out of dunghill,

Maketh a barren woman,

To be a joyful mother of a child.

Wait on His will sublime.

Do not doubt thy creator,

His strength is sufficient every time,

He can revive the dead,

Wait on His will sublime.

I can't compel Him to change His decisions,

Yet I pray that He change my life,

Not in accordance to my will,

But as He wishes He may define.

Just keep holding my hand

 

His care is sufficient for me

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

So what, if they backbite me,

So what, If they hit me hard,

I shall not fall, like Caesar's,

Even if, thrust in, by swords.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction,

Laws of nature, you see,

I will fall back, on my knees,

And in, my saviour, deliverance see.

Jehovah, Jireh, my provider,

His grace is sufficient for me,

Jehovah, Nissi, my redeemer,

His care is sufficient for me.

R. A. Jacob

I will give you rest, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I will give you rest

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Look at the crimson,

That flows from the cross,

It can heal the wounds of one and all,

If you are wounded then look at the cross.

In the world of opulence,

Who looks at Christ,

If you are thirsty,

Then Christ would be right.

If you are broken,

If you are lost,

If you are rejected,

Then look at the cross.

Come unto me, those who labour,

Come unto me, who are weak,

Come unto me, ye weary ones,

And I will give you rest.

R. A. Jacob

When the hands of the lord are around you, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

When the hands of the lord are around you

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

When the hands of the Lord,

Are around you,

When His love surrounds you,

Then non can ever confound you.

It's all because of His grace,

We can everyday face,

He washes all our infirmities,

And leaves no trace.

I bear the brunt every time,

Though the sky's fall on me,

Yet I am alive you see,

Thanking for His grace you see.

Sky's are heavy if they fall,

For they carry the weight of thoughts,

Weight to heavy, for human,

I just pin them to the cross.

I find love woven in scolding,

I find care in every word,

Thank God for such a person,

Thank God for all your care.

R.A.Jacob© August/15/18

There is a way to carry your riches, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

There is a way to carry your riches

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Maybe the hands, that asked you for help,

Were the hands of the lord you see,

Even if you are sure they were not,

yet that's the criteria you see.

On the day of judgement,

He will divide the sheep and goat,

He will welcome sheep home,

Telling them welcome home.

They will ask him,

When did we take care of you,

He will say when you did it

For the least, you did it for me

There is a way to carry your gold with you

Right In the next world,

What you invest in the poor,

Will be with you in heavens above

Store, not your money,

Where moth destroys,

Store, not your money,

Where thieves steel.

Exchange your currency,

In heavenly rewards,

I tell you to add to your worth.

You'll be rewarded afterwards

This Jacob is Israel a poem by R.A.Jacob

I am not sure of my shoulders,

Yet I am sure of His strength,

His strength is made perfect,

In our hour of weakness.

I am not just Jacob,

I am Jacob with His Lord,

Why should I fear,

The lenght of the sowrd.

Nither the strength of iron,

Nor the edge of the sword,

Can rob me of my strength,

That I have in the Lord.

If I am a wire,

Than I am live,

fear not my heart,fear not

This Jacob is Israel.