Arms Eternal

Poem by our reader V.C. Kurien

Oh, Jehovah, Thou art my God;
I’ll worship thee on earth.
On deep waters at thy bid,
Lord, thee to reach, I jumped.

Waves around pull me down,
Lord, help me lest I drown;
Should I fear those waves at ’ll?
For beneath are arms eternal.

Help me to forgive myself;
Forget the past, Sin clings so fast.
Fixing the eyes on Jesus,
Let me run with patience.

Let me run fast to obtain; 
Many failed the race to win.
Samson, Solm’n, ran but lost. 
Sad, their epitaph is read:
“Not worthy of the Kingdom of God.”

I am V. C. Kurien, age 78, originally from Kerala in southern India and now based in Ranchi, the capital of Jharkhand, a state carved from Bihar in the north. By calling, I am a minister of the Gospel. Due to Ataxia, I am confined to a wheelchair. I cannot walk, my speech is impaired, and I type laboriously with a single finger. Still, I long to accomplish more while the light remains.