TRIBUTE: LATER MA’…

My heavenly Father’s princess, my earthly father’s queen
To my brothers and I, simply but a dream
What she imparted on us is well glued on our hearts
May we always make her proud by more than just being well groomed on our part
And decades to come, these things will still stick
For our bond ma’, is deeper than 6 feet
Truly humble woman
Adorable human
Heart of gold
Heart of God
And we are grateful for you knew the Lord
If we asked her to say it, she’d say she “knew the rod”
May have been a shrub but not necessarily untrue
She would firmly discipline us back to the truth
Not just exercising her role as a teacher
But in the same breath playing her role as per scripture
But at 54 she lay there breathless, in the physical
But really alive, for her true breath is in the spiritual
We thank God that He gave your body that rest
I will not question Him lest I fail in that test
There’s a lot I can say but words, they fail me
I may not say much to or of my ma’ just coz of how deep this goes
But I pray my relationship with her spoke more than I can put in a poetry piece or prose
I tried to write a perfect piece
But I realised that my adherence to the scripture with which you brought me up
Would be the greatest poem I ever write…that grants me perfect peace!
And at this time when you have gone across
I can’t help but think of Christ on that old rugged cross
He was in deep sorrow, pain and distress
And despite the strain in the flesh
To His very last breath
He still maintained God as His best
Christ’s submission to God even when the suffering got all the colder
Was enough to change the life of the Roman soldier
They say, “Seeing is believing”
The Roman saw Jesus’ death to the flesh at his point of death in the flesh and he believed
Jesus attitude beat logic
Some may have thought He’d lost it
But that’s how He won it!
At this time of suffering, pain and lack of strength
May my submission to You, Lord, bring many to Yourself
That we may learn to die to self ourselves
For to live is Christ and to die is gain
But if we don’t die in His name
We just be lying in vain
The mourning would be a crying shame
And there’ll be no chance to try again!
Time and chance happens to all
And this could be your time and chance to humble your all
Time and chance to set your heart
To set your heart to be after God
…altar-call…
“Take my life and let it be, Holy, consecrated Lord to Thee…”

EIGHT© 2011
2ND NOVEMBER, 2011
0530HRS-0623HRS­