The Tame Ducks

I have three tame ducks in my back yard,
Who wallow in the mud, and try real hard
To get their share and even more
of the overflowing backyard store.
They're fairly content with the task they're at
Of eating and sleeping and getting fat.
But when the wild ducks fly by
In a streaming line across the sky,
They cast a wishful and quizzical eye
And flap their wings and attempt to fly.
I think my soul is a tame old duck
Wallowing around in the barnyard muck,
It's fat and lazy with useless wings
But, once in awhile when the north wind sings
And the wild ducks hurtle overhead
It remembers something lost and almost dead,
And it casts a wistful eye
And flaps its wings and tries to fly.
It's fairly content with the state that it's in
But it isn't the duck that it might have been!

Grace

Every promise we can make - Every prayer and step of faith - Every difference we will make Is only by His grace

Every mountain we will climb - Every ray of hope we shine - Every blessing left behind Is only by His grace

Grace alone which God supplies - Strength unknown He will provide Christ in us our Cornerstone - We will go forth in grace alone

Every soul we long to reach - Every heart we have to teach - Every where we share His peace Is only by His grace

Every loving word we say - Every tear we wipe away - Every sorrow turned to praise Is only by His grace

Pressed

A good Poem I found:

Pressed out of measure and pressed to all length;
Pressed so intensely that it feels beyond strength;
Pressed in the body and pressed in soul;
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll;
Pressure by foes and Pressure by friends;
Pressure on Pressure till life nearly ends,
Aha
But pressed into knowing no helper but God;
Pressed into loving the staff and the rod;
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things;
Pressed into living a life in the Lord;
Pressed into living a Christ life outpoured;

That’s what the problems will do to you, press you up against the savior.
Saved by grace you are.

Jesus came that we might have life! john10:10

Foreword: This a song written by Anna Vincent, She is studying medicine.. I hope to put music to this song someday... Anna, I love your poem so I am putting it in my blog. Hope you don't mind :)

Jesus came that we might have life! john10:10

When i lost the hope
that kept us going
I stopped trying to win
and lost without knowing-

FORGOING-
the sight of the oak tree
contained in my acorn
the glory of bein free
from satans yoke and bond

When i saw no scope
of winning our prize
I embraced sin's quagmire
not willing to rise

TO RISE-
to the heights
that for me were destined

TO RISE-
to meet the world's needs
as God had designed

When i stopped short
of the promised land

I failed to see
His nail pierced hands

STRETCHED OUT-
Stretched out to reach the ends of a cross
stretched t'ward me with the hope i had lost

Then i saw the truth of it all
what i thought was the prize
was passing and small
compared to the size
of the trophies He keeps
for those who realise
the fruition of His seeds

HIS SEEDS
are dreams planted in hearts
dreams that take root in our inmost parts

HIS SEEDS
bear fruit if we spare
no effort in weeeding out every tare

My Friends Poem written for me :)

Well, we are all grown up and getting older
And moving on with our lives,
Taking our separate ways
And trying to make a living with haste
We once used to walk together and eat together
Laugh and joke together
Yes, those times are long gone and blurry
Maybe a bit vague in memory...
But who can forget the day when I sang "when you say nothing at all"
To the tunes of your good old guitar?
I cannot be more thankful to my friend
For being there through thick and thin
For listening to all my fears and tribulations
For finding time even when knee deep in work
They say that time and years will make us drift
But we will show them that there can be no such rift
Because we have come a long way
And we're the best of friends for all they care
And though my circle of friends is mighty small
I know I've got the best of them all!!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

This is a Poem written for one of my Friends.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

No matter where or what we are;
Friends we were and friends are.

God knows how our friendship was born.
It was in his heart we were first made known.

From the Pictures of you in paper I saw,
To the first stammering hai and hello,
From the distant benches we sat,
To the Gossips and 4'oclock chat.

No matter where or what we are.
Friends we were and friends are.

Still have that prayer book you gave me to pray,
Prayers of Love, Hope, Faith and Care.
Still when I hold it, a little prayer for you i say;
Wishing you Life, Joy and Love to share.

True Friends are "Treasures" is what they say,
I am glad I didn't have to search too Hard, here and there.

No matter where or what we are.
Friends we were and friends are.

God i Thank you for Friends like her;
For they let me know how much You Care.

Oct-2006

These Poems are not very good, but yes it is a part of me...

The poems were written when I was young; they represent how I used to think, how my mind worked, what were the things I was passionate about. So guys, if you think the poems doesn't measure up, thats ok.. I feel that too... but then, I am just another ordinary guy...

Revival

I was at the hills, on my horse.
The night was with no moonlight at all.
A droplet of water fell on my nose,
And then the bigger drops began to fall.

There wasn't much clouds to be seen,
But heavens opened and rain poured in.
The trees were bend by the head strong winds,
The struggle seemed so much like the one in my mind.

And then suddenly ...Cold streams of ecstasy began to flow through my heart.

I could hear the water falling on the leaves,
I could hear frogs calling for their mates,
It began to echo in my ears,
But didn't take away all my fears.

A sudden streak of lightning blinded me,
The street lamps were still on, with their yellow flare.
Whole earth seemed to shake as the thunder was heard.
The frogs became silent for reasons unknown.

Then I don't know what happened,
I fainted, I suppose.

When I woke up I could hear,
The sweet sound of birds singing near.
The street lamps were still on,
The land looked so pretty, It was dawn.

There was a mist to be seen every where.
Columns of sunlight poured down through the air.
I could see green planes with trees here and there.

The yesterday's rain was still on the leaves,
The flowers were dripping with joy and dreams.
There were roses and lilies all over the place,
Swaying and dancing in the gales,
Along with many beautiful butterflies.
I wish I could enjoy their happy lives.

The sun had just begun to rise far and lone,
The land was waking in its rays,
The fear and Violence of Yesterday was gone.
Now Calmness and Beauty Prevails.

Deepak J.Nath
~1997

A NightMare

All alone in this world,
Like a sheep without a shepherd
I wander here and there,
To find nothing but bare.

Everywhere I look there is not a tree to be seen.
All along that place there is not a trace of green.
It looked like a grave yard, a field after a war,
With dark shadows of death covering near and far.

Huge portions of plastic scattered all around,
And the volume of waste in the soil had crossed all bounds.
The toxicity in the air had made breathing impossible.
And life once again walking on this land was improbable.

It was not the blue green earth I knew,
It was not the home where I grew.
Who has uttered the tragic spell,
That made this heaven, a sulfurous hell.

Nature has paid a huge price,
For the mistake of creating human race.
Life had lost its entire Future,
Just because it didn't understand human Nature.

Deepak J.Nath
~1997

Sleeping Forest

At the Close of the day, in the night,
When the starts twinkle bright,
The Birds find their way to their nest,
And some start their work in zest.

The Crackling sound of the forest,
And the rythemic noise of the circkets,
Along with the sound of the wind on the leaves,
Reveals the harmony that nature gives.

The shadow of the trees by the moon,
Darkens the night even soon,
The sound of the stream and the flowing brooks,
Rings lound and clear along the rocks.

The forest may not see the world tommorow,
Or the world may not see the forest tommorow.
Man is killing his own mother,
Man is digging his own grave.

Asleep is the Forest,
Asleep are the trees,
Even the animals, they are asleep.
Let them sleep and live in peace.

Deepak J.Nath
~1997