The gentle little baby boy

The gentle little baby boy
Carefully laid in the wooden box
Hopelessly floating on the river top
So close to where the maids wash.
Though, the river was kind sort of
His mother’s hope was almost lost
Till the great princess got to the river shore
And the little baby returned to his mum
So the little Joseph in the palace grew up
Becoming the Leader of the people of God

As we celebrate the birth of our Lord,
May you be happy as a little baby boy
That when you look up as to the mountain top
Thinking of where your help may likely come
Everyone to you shall be kind thereof
And where you thought all hope was lost
The Lord shall turn it all to joy
And more testimonies to cap it up
Till you become a Leader of the people of God



Celebrating the BIRTH of JESUS………….


Jesus the ‘everything’, the A and the Zee
He came around so that we can see
Even each day as we make our tea
That the sweat heaven is much for real
Only for the people with forgiven sins

So heavy as the cross, even without a reel
Made for Jesus to be killed for real
On the pathway to a promise fulfilled
Putting His spirit in our hearts with zeal
Carefully watching each day as we eat our meal

And much more in our thoughts and deeds
Being so careful with the way we feel
As we struggle hard, just to take the lead
Not to make a fool of the righteousness seed
And give a room for sins and greed

For the life will fly away without a hint
And the body useless, deaf to the pinch
Thrown at it by the multitude’s speech
Even if their voices could reach their peak,
The gone away soul shall move no inch

And afterwards on eternity Street
Just at the point where two streets meet
The one to hell and the other through the Cross’ feet
While the sinners cry in hell with the demons’ beat
With Christ are the Saints, and their joyous weep.


As we celebrate JESUS………….


There is power in Jesus’ name
Much more than an incredible game
More influential than the greatest fame
What else can be compared with Jesus’ name

So much power in Jesus’ name
So strong that no one can tame
Easily restoring the legs of the lame
What else can be compared with Jesus’ name

Much more power in Jesus’ name
Taking away the believer’s shame
On the cross where he bore the shame
What else can be compared with Jesus’ name

So much more power in Jesus’ name
Not minding the guiltless blames
Thrown at Him by the adversaries’ claim
What else can be compared with Jesus’ name


With all pleasure, he gently sat
Eating his own meal the delicious way
Prepared for or by him in his own kitchen
Not minding the wait till the food was ready
But certainly to his taste, he’ll fill his belly

And by the table, he felt like a king
Eating up his food, not minding the taste
Not even careful the food cost so low
Even if bone was the meat, it is all with joy
And when no piece of meat, he remained optimistic

At the table, he refuses to talk
Calling his food “a King” to reverence
Yet his teeth struggle with the ‘muscle meat’.
We need no whistle blower to reveal this! – He is not poor!
He is an average man with great contentment

He is not poor!
Though the taste of chicken was a dream
And the “Queen’s meal” he may never taste
Yet, his optimism remains his joy
As he live a quiet life.

*‘muscle meat’ = The muscle or very hard to chew part of animal meat. It takes a very long time and expertise to soften while cooking.

Why Jesus was born

Why Jesus was born

Days rolled by after I was born
Being deceived, into sin I turned
Unaware, the heavens mourn
My silly soul that hell will burn
And deeper more in sin I swum
Until I know why Jesus was born

And when I knew why Jesus was born
So wide apart, my sins were torn
And deep in me, salvation was formed
My guilt of sin, fully was gone
Just at the cross where Jesus was hung
For that was where He had bid me come

Just at the point he bid me come
All things in me became a joy
Not minding the shame, the cross I bore
For soon, my body will enter the morgue
But my spirit into glory with God
For I simply know why Jesus was born

If you truly know why Jesus was born
Every lust of sin you ought to shun
Crying out to the sinners that Jesus mourn
Every sinner’s soul that hell will burn
When from this earth their spirit was gone
Unless they know why Jesus was born