Wisdom                                                          F­oolishness

begins with Jesus,                                          begins to deny
walks on HIS Footprints till death,              Christ and HIS Eternal Life,
ends in HIM in Joy.                                       ends in agony.

Pleasure plays its game when obeyed the voice of desire,
There sneaks into the chamber of peace a ghost of darkness
Invisible to the eyes of flesh and bones with the wand of evil.
Looking at the world busy with mundane philosophies
Each moment of time exploited to reap corns out of weeds,
There sleep souls stained with lawlessness and unrighteousness.
Each rule of the game dictates the conscience to slip and fall,
And the conscience, buried underneath the coffin of deception
Once kept for sale on the Tree of Knowledge ‘midst the garden.
The souls never wake up, and the conscience looks bargaining with the ghost.
The bargain looks heavier than the product laid for sale.
Countless souls fall in line to buy the coffin of deception,
And there breaks out rupture and chaos in dramatic monologues.
The ghost never speaks of the warranty of the product,
But fills its ghastly den of glittering darkness with the fallen souls.
Time and again there strikes the conscience with the voice of Heaven,
But sin and pleasure hath shrouded the sleeping souls with their wand of deception.
The Word of God keeps knocking the door of the souls,
But the souls run down with the charm of wealth and wine.
The ghost of darkness hath sit on the flesh of the souls.

And there appears the Cross drenched in blood and shame
For HE hath laid the curse on HIMSELF for the fallen souls to breathe again,
And HE longs for their repentance and forgiveness to take them back with HIM.

Oh, My Soul! Where art thou when my body lies in rest
That cares and worries have shrouded it day and night?
Wilt thou guard my corpse close sitting with a rod
That the messenger of death shall take it away?
Or wilt thou sleep close to my corpse and escape cares?
For when my body is at rest I know not what happens unto me
Whether my presence on earth is real or a mystery,
Dreams flash across the horizons and they’re strange and eerie,
Is that thou, my soul, art working in my dreams?
Oh, my soul, tell me, is this rest a rehearsal of death imminent
That I should prepare the way of death to Way of Life?
Ominous dreams lash threats at me, and art thou aware
And pleasant dreams caress me, and art thou aware?
Unravel this mystery unto me, O, my soul!
Every wink of my eye carries each of the day’s cares,
Tell me, O, my soul! Where art thou when my body is at rest?
Art thou not shrouded with attires of fatigue and distress?
I know my eyes shed tears if thou art agonized,
And thou art one in me, yet where art thou when my body is at rest?
I know thou art distressed with my worldly cares and needs,
And I know my body reacts when thou art distressed.
But tell me, O, my soul! Where art thou when my body is at rest
That I shall know how mystery of life works in me.

What I choose I plan to do and with Satan's trap,
What I think I hesitate to choose but troubled by Satan's trap,
When I forget the Word of God I derive pleasure by  Satan's trap,
When I feel God's Grace below my soul I bargain my soul with  Satan,
How I play with God's patience that with the tool of Satan,
How I use  Satan's tool that with my love of the world,
Why I love the world of filthiness that I fail to pray,
Why I fail to pray is that laziness has sneaked into my soul,
Where I look for the place to pray that I find nowhere to do so,
Wherefore time and place are no where found but in one's soul.

Let me drop myself into the Arms of God in Christ,
And look upon Him on the Cross where His Blood still flow afresh,
And each drop of His Blood is for my sins to be cleansed.

'O, Lord! Give me strength to resist temptation and sin!
In Christ Jesus

I leap up to hug the cross of Christ,
And look at the pierced side of His,
I watch Blood and water flow in strain.
He shed His Blood once for all for man’s redemption,
The Heavenly Scapegoat of mortal sins whipped and torn,
The Father’s Only Son begotten with His Name glorified.

I leap down to touch the pride of Satan,
And look at the coated venom of serpent,
I watch the flood of pleasures sway the precious soul.
Lucifer broke the Heaven’s Holy Law,
The outrageous arch enemy of God raised on the coveted throne,
The eternal fire’s only dictator with his name cursed.

I leap up…I leap down…
For still I’m on the earthly wing,
And my every pace hath ****** and kisses.
When I leap up it’s Christ Who strengthens my soul;
When I leap down it’s Satan who weakens my soul.

Often my soul rises Heavenward;
But there lingers a devouring lion, who hacks me to die,
My soul shouts to the Lord:
‘My Lord, I fall in the quagmire of pleasures,
Lift me unto Thy Presence in Christ,
My sins are before Thee, before me.
Seek me out of the flames of fire
That I shall escape the furnace of the Fire.’

The Lord lifts me unto Him, and I know He is my Saviour
For He lay down His life beneath thorns and thistles
That I shall receive the Crown of Glory.

I leap up…I leap down…
But my Saviour is beside me with His Providence.

My sin hangs Him back on the cross,
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out of pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countenance.
I cry unto Him with His Words writ,
And my soul weeps till its tears dry.
I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul,
And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace,
And what I long for is to live and to die for Christ.

Yes, HE will forgive me for what I have done,
And will forgive me for what I have not done.
I tasted the darkness and swallowed a bit of it,
And I felt everything was fine in its way.
I slept a while with the voice of the dark world heard:
'O! You! Where are you from?
Will you stay with ever?
Will you go back to HIM?'
I lost my peace in the dark world.
I asked myself: 'Why did I taste the darkness?'
I woke up and knelt before HIM.
'I did what YOU hate in me,
And I did not what YOU love in me.
Cleanse me with THY BLOOD, and take me back to YOU,
Let me be THINE, forgiven and blessed in THEE'
Yes, HE hath forgiven me for what I have done,
For I let my soul drenched in quagmire of pleasures a while,
And I locked HIS from me a while.
Yes, HE will forgive me,
For I let my soul confess the tasteless darkness.