Metamorphosis
We played in a field full of trees
Me and my brothers, we were three
The youngest one, on our shoulders we carried
And when we sat, he was on our knee.
But little by little as days went by
He could crawl, was trying to walk
But try all he could, he would fall
And cry aloud, too young to talk.
So I made sure he would never fall
For I carried him always in my hand
And soon I saw others his age
Running and jumping across the sand.
My bigger brother came up to me
He said of things that one cannot learn
Places that one cannot reach
Unless he falls, fails or takes a wrong turn.
So now I stand in the shadow of a tree
Watching and praying, hoping today it would be
Ready to rush, console and wipe away tears
Or to say, "I knew you could walk. See!!"
1Jn 5:16 If anyone sees his brother sin a sin not to death, he shall ask, and He shall give him life for those that do not sin to death. There is a sin to death, I do not say that he shall pray for it.
Joh 6:44 No one can come to Me unless the Father who has sent Me draw him, and I will raise him up at the last day.
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Thanks for commenting on my blog. I have saved the link to your church in India, and also the link to this blog of yours, but I did not see how to reach you by email, so I am using this comment to greet you. I have not yet read this post, but I will.
I am thinking that my friend Radhakrishn Sannake, who is a Lingayat, now lives in Bangalore with his wife and infant daughter Riya. I love this man, and I would like to see him and his family receive the Lord. Radha was with us in America for a couple of months, and we witnessed to him by our loving him and by our words. If he does live in Bangalore, maybe our contact will help in the path of his salvation.
On my blog, Cost of Discipleship, just type in the word Radha into the "Search this blog" window, and three posts should come up:
A Blessing for Riya
13th Sortie
14th Sortie
There are links in the "sortie" posts to short PDF format blog posts that are no longer in weblog form, so I linked to the printed version. They tell about our experience witnessing to Radha.
I would like to know you, so please contact me, and let me know your name, and email address.
Go with God, brother, and may He protect you.
A very excellent poem! Axios!
Sorry to leave you another message as a comment, when it should be an email. Please delete it if it suits you.
I came home from work and checked some IM messages from my friend Radhakrishn Sannake, to see if it was Bangalore that he moved to, but unfortunately it was not. Instead, he lives in Mysore. Originally he is from Nagpur, I think. I know he is a Maharashtra man and his language is of course Mahratti. He was living in Mumbai when we met him.
It is very early in the morning in India as I write this, and almost evening here in Oregon, and I will be leaving to visit a friend shortly. Please write me.
thanks for your comments.
I have send you a mail on the ID I found on your blog.
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