GOD IN THE FURNACE, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

GOD IN THE FURNACE

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

There is one more,

In the furnace,

Besides you and me,

My dear, we need not flee.

Even if we are in the fire,

We are not all alone,

Not even a hair shall be hurt,

Of this, I am very sure.

In the furnace, the king,

Saw one man more,

We too find the same,

With Him, even fire can’t claim.

Daniel was cast,

In the den of lions,

He closed the mouth,

Of the hungry lions.

Elijah by the brook Cherith,

Was provided by ravens the bread,

We need not fear for sustenance,

We have a God who never rests?

I wrote this poem as I was seeking a job, it talks about how God himself is with us in our hour of our need. His providence can never fail

So many a tear have I dried, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

So many a tear have I dried

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

So many a tear have I dried,

They would have filled,

Seven whole seas,

If only I had cried.

Weight of all the anchors,

Is on me just tied

And I carry my burden

As situations doth try.

Let this burden be the last one

Oh my soul doth cry

Yet He my strength doth try

As men by and by I try

Let this furnace be the last one

Oh my soul doth cry

Yet He my metal refines

As men by and by I try

Refiner of gold I pray thee

Refine, refine, refine,

Not in accordance to my will

But as you wish define

I turned back to Him, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I turned back to Him

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I turned back to Him,

He held my hand,

Oh, what a continuity,

Too hard, to understand.

I turned to him:

He came to me,

O what a precious friend,

Who just love demands?

If you were not by my side,

What would have been my life?

I wonder if ever could be,

Something like life.

You are my true friend,

Knocking at my door,

I’ll never let you go,

Even if my response is slow.

Let me tell you,

You are the only one,

Whom I can call,

Dear one, near one.

In life path, you may have left him, yet when you call upon him, he comes back to you. His love is the same yesterday today and forever. Try him He who gave his life for you loves you beyond compare just try Jesus.

They pierced me, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

They pierced me

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

You Pierce me with harsh words,

Thinking I won't ever react,

You are right In this,

Yet I feel each & every act.

When they pierce me with words,

I go to the one who was pierced,

I leave my wounds open to Him,

For He, my petitions doth hear.

If they called the master Beelzebub,

So what if they call me words,

My prayers reach His very throne,

He answers, my every word.

It's a reward of being too good,

My pain is borne by Christ,

I leave all insults to Him,

As my soul doth cry

Note: This poem was written by me when someone called me incompetent. The one who was pierced stands for Christ Himself.

We all need Blood of Christ, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

He is my bliss

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Do not forget Him every time,

He observes our every move,

If we forget to thank Him,

All blessing one day we may lose.

How eager we are to receive thanks,

I think God also needs a sign,

Love needs an expression,

Praise and thanks are a perfect sign.

Thank Him for all blessings,

Thank Him for we are alive,

Thank Him for He loves us,

Thank Him for He is life.

Let the world call me,

Whatever they wish,

I will still love Him,

He is my bliss

One day you will understand, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

One day you will understand

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Some came, for the living water,

Some came, to find out faults,

One came, for thirty pieces,

All received from Him their wants.

What are you seeking,

Exactly that you will find,

Blind sought from Him eyesight,

Exactly that didst they find.

What are you seeking from Him,

Exactly that you will find,

Seek not for worldly riches,

Or to the spiritual you'll be blind.

Some are seeking for certificates,

Some are seeking land,

All that is transient,

One day you will understand.

Reginald Ajay Jacob

Once again He called me, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Once again He called me

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Once again He called me,

With a voice so loud,

I woke up from my slumber,

Saw ruins all around.

In my distress, I cried out,

Lord, I am undone,

An assurance he gave me,

The battle shall be won

I am on my knees,

Hearing to His command,

Faith and persistence,

Is my Lords demand.

He seeks my worries,

He seeks my pain,

He seeks all my burdens,

I carried in vain.

Note:- This poem was written by me on the 2nd of December 1993

I am holding the end of a rope, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I am holding the end of a rope,

It has a loop on the other end,

I wish to execute the guilty,

But there’s none on the looped end.

He says to forgive and be forgiven,

Yet I have grudges to hold,

In order to take my vengeance,

My heart has turned out to be cold.

I am feeding the fire of vengeance,

With a lot of blood, that is my life,

And I cannot see anyone executed,

For most of the time, it is I.

I wrote this poem as I found it difficult to forgive the people who did not give all the honour and respect. They should have given my father which he rightly deserved. He died of cancer, and I saw his friend’s forsaking him in his hour of need. This lingered as pain for years together.

10/August/1992

Would you use this broken vessel?, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Would you use this broken vessel?

Creator of all that is sweet,

Why do you need this rejected?

When the best are there to heed.

I knew I was discarded,

Yet He calls me in his trust,

He could have the best in service,

Yet you choose the worst.

I am a sinner, who owes thee a lot,

I am the one, who ran away,

Yet, my lord, you are ready to hug,

The sinner that has lost its way.

You took my sins and purged me,

In the precious blood of your Son,

Though I was defeated,

Yet through your Son, I won.

1/August/1992