Tuesday, March 31, 2009

CLAY

A lump of clay, ugly, undesired
Along the wayside, bare:
Finding worth this blessed day,
For the Maker chose to touch

The Maker proceeds with certain aim;
to mould and make good,
This ugly lump of clay, undesired;
A thing of beauty and grace!

But Oh! the unworthy lump of clay,
Forgetting its roots;
Dares ask the Maker,
"What do you make of me?"

Still the lump that yields and surrenders,
Fully knowing the Maker's skill,
Finds itself transformed;
A vessel of honour, a vessel of worth!

-Preena Deepak Samuel
(Based on Is 45:9)

The Shepherd's Love

Oh! Shepherd Divine, how can i compare your love?
You provide and feed and care;
Like none else could.

You carry in your strong arms,
The little lamb, weak and weary;
Close to your heart to stay.

You understand the ones with young,
And lead them gently on the way.
Oh! such tender care!

You seek and find and never give up,
On the unworthy,runaway lamb.
Finding good even in this stray.

You correct and lead in the right way,
Your eyes always on the flock;
Only good shall unfold

-Preena Deepak Samuel
(Based on Is 40:11 and Ps 23)