Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The River of Hope

There is a beautiful song by Don Moen – The River of Love.

The following is an inspiration from the lines of this song:

“If anyone is thirsty, let him come on in,

If he drinks the living waters, he will never thirst again”

Every body is selfish, every body feels that they themselves are only good and serving others; all are short tempered, never grateful to God and mankind, nobody is truly in love with anybody. Is this the real spirit of life? Is this the gentleness of Creation? Is this how Humans should live in this beautiful and vast world? The space is large and the resources are plenty. There are tall mountains, and huge green forests. The grass lands are sprinkled with colorful flowers and tress are decorated with tasty fruits. The rivers are silver lined and the ocean is elegantly blued. And there are many more things to be added when I speak about the beauty of this earth. But why is it not beautiful every moment and this life on it happy always?

The World that we see now is just a stage as Shakespeare described. Each day is a new play and we are given a new role. It can be a happy one or a sad one but everybody gets a chance at all. The rich or the poor, the week or the strong, the dumb or the bright, all have joy and sorrow in equal measure. Be it China, or Sahara, Washington or Madagascar, along the Nile or across the Alps– Men strive hard for a living, want better homes, better food, and good education. They dine, drink and marry. The aim of life is the same – A BETTER LIFE. We are doing what we are doing right now, importantly to improve or sustain this life on Earth.

This life is very short, and it is actually not the real life but “Test of Life”. Test for the real life that lies behind, the scene. Some times we remember that there is a God above but mostly we forget about Him. But He remembers us every second and wants us to know that He is there for us even unto the extreme. If you feel this is boring and there are better things to do than read this Poem that follows, don’t worry you can close this page….but surely you will get a chance to know about it because this is not some sort of a preaching the Gospel or some kind of reaching out to the poor – But just a place to share the real experiences of a life that has been changed, a life that is true, a life with a meaning.

This Poem is another revelation of the differences between the mortal and the immortal – It is for everybody to read.

HE SETS THE CAPTIVE FREE :

For the rivers of this world, flow into the ocean and become nothing one day,

In vain do they flow -Their might is no more, their plight is no more

For the river of His love flows gently from the throne, into us when we pray,

Whatever we sow, whatever we reap His River is there to harvest the heap

What a mighty one, what a gentle one. The song of it is a true melody

The song of it is a true melody

For the Wind of this world comes from the west and blows to the east,

When murmur is more and the pain is more, the wind cares not but yet blows

The Wind that blows when the Lord speaks, turns the heart and tunes the tide

Heals the sick and mends the broken, soothes the pain and frees the captive

Wherever it blows, the voice of my Lord – like a gentle breeze is a true melody

Like a gentle breeze is a true melody

For the Light of this world are from the sun and the moon and the twinkling stars,

They think they are great; greater to reach, greater by time, greater by distance.

For great is the Lord greater to gaze, who created them all and holds them in place.

Where there is darkness, the light of His love, shines brighter than sun, whiter than snow.

Fairer than lilies that bloom on the hills, the light of His Love is brighter than all.

The light of His Love is brighter than all

For the fire in the woods burn day and night, that fire is hot, that fire is bright

In vain does it burn, to consume the wrath and things of men and hills untouched?

They quench their thirst by burning to ash all trees and grass, and all in a mass

But what is their glory, nothing but ash, crushed to the depths, deepened by dust

Flames of the Spirit that comes down from heaven, refreshes the mind, refines the soul

Refreshes the mind, refines the soul

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