tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35637673797573405152024-03-05T17:15:57.546+05:30ReflectionsAngeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-24745801885583066902015-09-12T14:12:00.003+05:302015-09-12T14:12:53.863+05:30Your God is Great<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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August 2015. I was going to the terrace to join my Dad in his morning walk. But
then I saw my Dad walking down the staircase saying aloud ‘Jesus, Jesus’. He then
sat on the couch and seemed to be better. But after a while, he again started
saying aloud ‘Jesus, Jesus’ and he called me to pray for him. I didn’t know
that he was actually having a heart attack. I sat near my Dad and prayed a
short prayer and my Dad burped loudly and I thought he will be alright. I was
very disturbed in my spirit so I went to the terrace to pray. I walked three
rounds praying and my mom came running up the stairs saying “I am taking Dad to
the hospital, he is not feeling well”. I rushed down, my Dad pressed his right
hand to his chest and pain was seen in his face. My mom was ready in no time
and my mom ran down the street to look for a battery rickshaw. My Dad started
walking down the stairs to the road and his one look told me he wanted me to be
with him and didn’t want to be left alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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some difficulty. After sending off my parents in a battery rickshaw, I rushed
home to get the necessaries and to hurry to the hospital as my mom hadn’t even
taken her cell phone. My parents didn’t know where to go. They knew just one
heart hospital in Sonipat which opened at 10 in the morning. My parents went
there and sat by the road and the battery rickshaw left. My Dad’s chest pain
was increasing. They started walking to the market in search of some other
battery rickshaw or some hospital. My mom was walking hastily in the front and
my Dad was also walking fast holding his chest very tight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Suddenly an old man appeared like
an angel. He passed my Dad a few steps and retraced his steps to meet my Dad.
He asked my Dad “What’s wrong? My Dad replied “I am a heart patient and am
having severe chest pain”. He said “Go to Kutchey quarter to Batra hospital. An
ambulance will be standing there which will take you to Nidaan hospital”. Yes,
my parents had the direction now. The ambulance driver was putting the first
morsel of food to his mouth. Seeing my Dad, he put it down and immediately took
care of the situation. He turned on the siren and sped to the hospital. Thank
God it was morning time and the road was clear of traffic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">In the hospital, first they put on
an oxygen mask and did ECG and checked pressure. My Dad’s pulse rate was 52.
They wasted no time, immediately some injections were administered and a hand
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">My husband and I reached the
hospital just then and scraped our bags for every currency note as there was no
ATM nearby. We managed to pay the advance. After sometime, we met the main doctor
on his way out of the ICU and when we asked he said my Dad was stabilized and was
taking rest and that there was nothing to worry. When my Mom went into see my
Dad in the ICU, he told her that each time he removed the oxygen mask, he was
getting chest pain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">As we were sitting and waiting
outside the ICU, I knew that God had many plans concerning my Dad and so God
would protect him from all danger. Yet my eyes welled up with tears every now
and then with different kinds of thoughts. For the past week God had been continuously
speaking to me through the verse “No weapon that’s fashioned against you will
stand” and when I shared my Dad’s illness with my classmates through WhatsApp,
a friend of mine quoted the same verse which was a strong confirmation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">All investigations were going on.
In the evening, the doctor called us to his chamber and said that an angiograph
had to be done the next morning to find if there was any block in the valves.
My brother Binny was suggesting moving to some other well known hospital like
Apollo. I was having some fear within me; I didn’t want to shift at this time.
Various kinds of fears took hold of me but I kept praying. When we talked with
Dad about this without a moment of hesitation he said “We’ll do it here”. Dad
added saying “In this hospital, they give very good care”. This removed all
confusion and we agreed to do angiograph in the very same hospital.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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an emergency leave, took a flight and reached 3:00 am the next morning. All my
other siblings were equally anxious and were calling every now and then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the angiograph was being done we were waiting in the visitor’s room next to the
Operation Theatre. The doctor called us after a while and showed us the video
of Dad’s heart and showed us the block. It was 99%. I held my breath for a
moment. My mom needed a lot of assurance. We were trusting in the greater
physician God who had brought us to this hospital. The confidence that the main
doctor showed and his 35 years of experience removed our fears. We agreed to go
ahead with the angioplasty and in another half an hour everything was back to
normal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hospital. The hospital was very well maintained. They even had a well furnished
room for visitors to stay. Round the clock, there were doctors and nurses in
the ICU. Even after we shifted to a private room, there always were nurses
waiting in the counter and regularly they came and did the needed test. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I thank God for taking care of
everything and for taking us to the right hospital at the right time and for
all the people who helped us so willingly. Before leaving for home, my Dad
finally met the head doctor and hugged him. The doctor said to my Dad, <b>“Your
God is great”.</b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-59922357346522428292012-10-31T16:21:00.000+05:302012-11-05T16:54:57.707+05:30Happy Birthday DADDY!<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://angelinemariyosh.blogspot.com/2012/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p align="center"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Slide1" border="0" alt="Slide1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrWoFBNZ6I4-nPPwvF_hkAJ3yzBHRER3onNj7v5osqWJe18bqKxEWkRjvRhP0_QAv6pLrr3yMHRnQWGIX8FYhQcrrEdUHxfddKDV6t3DFe8HfoPZHuNjGaIaH6gw1n1A66mwKrKirEoVx/?imgmax=800" width="470" height="377"><img style="background-image: none; 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The vehicles whizzed zoomed past making her move to the edge of the existing road although she was at the farthest edge. She wondered at the fast world she was living in. Bikes, Buses, Cars and Vans all heading in the same direction and in the same speed grouped together were speeding just to be stopped at the next traffic signal. Even as she was standing there her mind was filled with assignments and project she had pending and those she had to complete in the coming days. After a long wait, an auto with its maximum speed as if trying to compete with the superfast vehicles went past her. Julie laughed out loud with a sense of mockery at the poor little auto – even in its top speed it would never be able to catch up with the rest – she knew. Tears began to swell down her eyes – to her; she was the auto trying her level best to catch up with the rest. <p align="justify">In College, they gave the students hefty number of assignments and projects to complete. To Julie, completing all those projects and assignments was truly impossible. Yet her classmates were running ahead with the Speed finishing their project and assignments on time. How could they! She was astounded. <p align="justify">She realized for the first time in her life that she was less capable than her classmates and friends she just couldn’t do it at her maximum speed. The poor little auto flashed in her mind’s eye. At least she should be thankful that the auto was moving. There was always a hope that it would reach its destination. Unmindful, the auto, was doing its best. <p align="justify">Just then these Scriptures flashed in her mind, <p align="justify">“And to one <b>He gave</b> five talents, to another two, and to another one, <b>to each according to his own ability</b>..” (Matthew 25:15) <p align="justify">“<b>According to their ability, they gave</b> to the treasury for the work…” (Ezra 2:69) <p align="justify">She was thankful to God for all that He has given her according to her ability and decided to give her BEST to God in all that she did. From that day onwards she never complained to God for what she did not have, but always thanked God for all that He had given her! <hr> Do you feel that you do not posses any talent? Read <a href="http://mariyoshwordfromtheword.blogspot.in/2011/08/divine-talent-search.html" target="_blank">The Divine Talent Search</a><div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="margin:0px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px;">This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/">Creative Commons license.</a></div> Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-30658279958430864662011-08-26T15:39:00.001+05:302011-08-26T15:39:04.888+05:30My mom’s Birthday Card<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://angelinemariyosh.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-moms-birthday-card.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p align="center">My mom celebrated her birthday on 22nd August. I made this birthday card for her.</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEIX5e8r4WfWUJbX9IwSMf7JYXIpT4NzFl9H3dKmacmHvh9RtpV4t5_zNYEljxYGlnV7FjJAaJluLm6VrbfMfOKokOQRYvhVBui9RQXcJD-QPNwP539v2MONQzKxeVLRQNOMXPQOCsezBX/s1600-h/Page%2525201%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Page 1" border="0" alt="Page 1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA0o6CRhOKZcYMwHpGvBmgHNNnWOINnS1tlOqAuqMDIC205Br2cek7CZwlsirstCBpGqovIesps5omWstS3jLAeupsPO72ODsEcNCCgCo4C2_aB5JosF13Hx2vfBJMu2a54lPXx8ATE_AG/?imgmax=800" width="416" height="545"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjqJlojPZGpzvmQfoYvMJ4xZOymp0jRAnvzIrOklNNni1enZzvXxrCnjUJ4ruVZ4Xyq2TgpL3cW9dqa5VfbxbUWyjp_V5hHHx5uome2RPQntYRqzJvqD9QeQ_so1Dke08FVK7HSBHWtVf/s1600-h/Page%2525202%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Page 2" border="0" alt="Page 2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCILwI8dPtYPhchfMImJScUFYfPe1yXbu94PfDeeGFHvY3hh2bYY6q9jRlgQYviMYY-RUeTw5s_NTj0cmahf6TIafSLiBPEjAffag7F_y76LCsQ9H3baY6MQcKKeVy-D2NZUnNON4_DoLx/?imgmax=800" width="413" height="534"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhygicOat-1h6wL3FSYH55Rsc8reDy4Rttwobw5rSqwMWswlMUiiS25pBn3y90xLGntGNDdcvW03SQb17e3DGsgt-V-iEK6YcCFovoJJWsSTIhWLQF7tvlX2Nv69dHSqAFMnhw06UaADmAa/s1600-h/Page%2525203%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Page 3" border="0" alt="Page 3" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERUawlxRNS4LjBWP0TAmmDSz6NF6Uzy0ZOc30R5PbDpQwOd0skI_pNeJJhbCiyQ7MaeRiYzDoJo4wobWXTD647isQIKqiuDzalTq9XzUEsg9RC3Sv3Q8o0EXOqc3ZcBMZg5I54e7kasDA/?imgmax=800" width="420" height="539"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKpf_kuClwSGdBIxAb0WW2xf1iXcYayA589xhHyd-sF-hlxqlby8FPAeuB9DzpcTcKMgvEAODwSI_rL3zxqZRZUYADYpOK9VUxlX0A0QNa4lhmK0baB1KLvtrxVBcT3MVpsqwKP8qe5VSE/s1600-h/Page%2525204%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Page 4" border="0" alt="Page 4" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWKz9AUU5gk2EDMxsMriSuIhucYqXIA0MGXdV4pmY88UGwgrKIH5Ia1ZR3wesWJTI1XkZ6qXNwH8cv9nW4auIXId9YJOeUaSfgavM2jFoRM0I3Jf7jdNYW3EBYd3hqHfNq20osbbX8eOwH/?imgmax=800" width="422" height="547"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwibUrDI_fM6YfZJ0ZjMEMg15okUpjC8xvOkbTiFUiQOHub43MDzQfy7GrXx3GpVL-nJBbsUcQnbPQGHT8zrdRRMfMvVnPdfn4c0KQDzwK3vpaWFlTF18N5QEHuGXVyQbmuEbfvH5eZcEQ/s1600-h/Page%2525205%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: ; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Page 5" border="0" alt="Page 5" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHsXeQlaRXLfeuEHNhf7HYVMGCCjEccAFviIkT7xEb33eJSGryRMgnHyPxHZ6mH2AcNPUB5cn3HYCb-C8-Wz3vJ7llW7cFUNIykTAqcKHzv6oewZyc-oIAPYpReSHAfpFoMq1gG1rSCq0/?imgmax=800" width="417" height="556"></a></p><div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="margin:0px; padding:0px 0px 0px 0px;">This work is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/">Creative Commons license.</a></div> Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-40090389021513795692011-03-03T20:01:00.001+05:302011-03-03T20:01:21.504+05:30Away and Alone<div class="wlWriterHeaderFooter" style="float:none; margin:0px; padding:4px 0px 4px 0px;"><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/widgets/like.php?href=http://angelinemariyosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/away-and-alone.html" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; width:450px; height:80px"></iframe></div><p align="justify">Moving into the red and green campus in a van with bags and baggages, we were already feeling lonely and helpless. We knew we couldn’t fight the odds of hostel life as parents left us with Hobson’s choice “study here or come home to graze cattle”. Although our choice would be to graze cattle at home having little or no desire for study, we had to stand like dumb cattle as if the command made sense to us. <p align="justify">Check-ups done, registers signed, shelves and bunks dumped, we clung to our parents refusing to let go and face the world. Standing near parents made a big difference, as light is different from night. <p align="justify">When the moment arrived we would look without even blinking our eyes to the fading images of our parents vanishing away in a distance. And then a kind of feeling arose as if something was moving out of our body. Our throats ached as our eyes filled with tears. We moved in silence to our hostel feeling empty drained of all energy. <p align="justify">Abandoned in a world of all lost children we would forget our hunger and go directly to sleep. Waking up to find ourselves left alone to find our own way. What if our parents were nearby? How wonderful it would be? <p align="justify">It wouldn’t be long before we reconciled ourselves to the school and it’s surrounding, getting used to the schedules and routines. <p align="justify">But not before long the visitor’s day would arrive. Parents of kids will be pouring in from morning till night. But our parents were far far far..... in a planet unreachable as it occurred then to our little minds because they were serving God in the remote villages of Bihar. The children would step out one by one with their rejoicing faces to meet their parents and we would be left deprived of our companions and roaming around the hostel aimlessly, feeling bored and longing for parents to visit us too. Our classmates will be back with snacks which they would prefer to share with their other friends who could exchange snacks with them. Deprived of snacks all round the year, and as kids, we would find our mouth watering for just a taste of the ‘<i>pandam’</i> (niceties). <p align="justify">Again thoughts would flash back “why did our parents have to go to Bihar to do ministry? Why couldn’t they have stayed in Tamil Nadu?” <p align="justify">On the other hand, definitely God’s hand was with us greatly and enabled us to adapt to the situations independently. God gave us an unshakable strong faith like a child which continues to remain in us to the astonishment of others even to this day. We tend to depend on God entirely and not on parents even for the little things of life, such as pen and pencil. <p align="justify">God has been faithful in fulfilling every tiny desires of our heart. Today I feel it is a blessing to be a missionary kid, someone close, very close to God’s heart and I treasure it more than my life.</p> Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-51491110157555897372010-11-07T21:06:00.003+05:302010-11-07T21:06:58.384+05:30A Ray of Hope<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed in year 2005<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">When lights go dim,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Across the rim;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Hopelessness prevail</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With sounds of wail;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But within a few,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It could be you,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A music seems to begin.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">When darkness falls,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And everyone bawls;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Confusion reigns,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Making people insane;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Fear surrounds,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Making things go wrong,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But some break into a song.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For there is hope beyond hopelessness,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">There is light beyond darkness;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A hope that goes beyond the grave,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">From a God who came to save;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A light that comes from above</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">From God – the Father of love.</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-1913574369511658312010-11-07T21:06:00.001+05:302010-11-07T21:06:18.688+05:30Tears before Blessing<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed during B.A. III year<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">One day as I impatient grew</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ten yards away my pillow I threw</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And as I stooped my pillow to take</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I heard my heart a murmur make</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">“Why God why?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Why do You let me cry?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">You know all my tears</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The reason for my fears</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Why don’t you take it away?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Help me as I pray.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With tears streaming down my eyes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I waited for God’s reply</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And as I quietly sat</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I felt a gentle pat</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">“Why dear why?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Why do you sigh?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">After this brief pain</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Bounteous blessing you’ll gain</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And I am close beside</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As you in Me abide”.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I then felt a strong hand hold</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And was very much consoled</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">My soul becalmed, “I can face this</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No more my will but His</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Lord break me and mould me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And make me more like Thee”.</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-49427669794069342952010-11-07T21:05:00.001+05:302010-11-07T21:05:35.367+05:30True Love<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed during B.A. II year<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Father don’t hide your face from me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">If you hide where will I be?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Against You oh Lord I have sinned</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And You on the cross I have pinned</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">You threw my sin and made me grin</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But I foolishly took back my sin</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Father don’t hide your face from me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">If you hide where will I be?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O, Lord I come spiritually blind and lame</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But You seem to have forgotten all my shame</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">‘Take me as a servant’ is my plea</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">‘My daughter’ You called and loved me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Father if You had forgotten me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I don’t know where I would be</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Father I submit to do Your will</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For worldly hope I have nil</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Nothing can stop me from serving You</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Because my Saviour Your love is true</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-61378277870362426432010-11-07T21:04:00.003+05:302010-11-07T21:04:57.394+05:30Devil’s Net<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed during B.A. I year<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As I travel to the childhood of mine</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In memories the fastest vehicle on line</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Sweet and sour memories of various kind</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Slowly gets entangled in my mind</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">There were some things that made me wonder</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Which I now understand because I’m elder</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I wish those childish days come back</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And bring back the innocence I now lack</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I am also remember those lonely years</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Those thoughts still bring me tears</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Though those days have passed away</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And many friends I have to keep me gay</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">When I wish to share to past loneliness,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">My stupid tears make me speechless.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">My loneliness I think was Devil’s net,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Which Jesus used to make me His pet.</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-2566483018608779712010-11-07T21:04:00.001+05:302010-11-07T21:04:16.520+05:30A Teenager<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed in Std X<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">As I am growing older</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I understand myself a teenager</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The world is forced upon me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Before I know what it can be</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I get advise from every side</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Telling me I must be wise</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But I don’t take it seriously</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Thinking it’s not for me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">One day as I grow lone at heart</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And long for a friend of heart</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Someone dressed in red and blue</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Strikes my heart and sticks like glue</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">There’s really a wish to part</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But never possible in human art</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">God has planned a beautiful path</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">So I’ll never leave His yard</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-71544425561052259172010-11-07T21:03:00.001+05:302010-11-07T21:03:30.997+05:30My Friend, Jesus<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed on 22<sup>nd</sup> Nov 1994<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I am a child of twelve</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">In a reddish-green hostel</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With no friend nor enemy</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">All I hate is only me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No one to share my sorrow with</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A lonely place does only fit</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">The sorrowful tears come rolling by</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Till my sorrows reach the sky</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">From up the sky my Friend sees</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And comforts me by His death</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Now I am jumping happy and gay</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With the love of Jesus on my face</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-29946534374536866952010-11-07T21:02:00.001+05:302010-11-07T21:02:37.963+05:30Exams<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed on 14<sup>th</sup> Nov 1994<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Exams are coming</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Fear is also coming</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">All are studying</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">And some are mugging</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">First comes History</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With all old story</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Second comes English</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">There’s a lesson on fish</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Third is Scripture</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">With Paul’s lecture</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Fourth comes Geography</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">About earth’s biography</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Fifth is Hindi</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Language of my city</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Sixth is Biology</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">All animals jogging</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Last comes Physical Science</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">About solid ice</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">My burdens are going</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">My mother is coming</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ten days are going to be</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ten minutes for me</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-61340301386866778232010-11-07T21:01:00.000+05:302010-11-07T21:01:47.222+05:30Stars<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><b>Composed on 1<sup>st</sup> Sep 1994<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>It is growing dark</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Everywhere it’s black</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>I am turning around</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>And not a lamp is found</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>But up I see so many stars</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>I wonder how beautiful they are</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>Some bright, some dull, some big, some small</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b>The God of heaven has made them all</b></div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-14310776708781959042010-11-07T20:59:00.001+05:302010-11-07T20:59:55.267+05:30Rain<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Composed on 25<sup>th</sup> Aug 1994<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It is raining</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Flowers are smiling</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Tress are wet and are enjoying</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No birds are seen</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">No rats no lizards</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">But animals with their babies running</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3563767379757340515.post-33104815334824223392010-11-07T20:58:00.001+05:302010-11-07T20:59:03.395+05:30Do You Like<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Composed on 23<sup>rd</sup> Aug 1994<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Do you like pets like dogs and cats?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Do you like pets like doves and parrots?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I like cats but I hate dogs.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I love doves and also parrots.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Do you like hobbies like stamp collecting?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Do you like hobbies like drawing and singing?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I like stamp collecting so I do it for some pleasure</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I love drawing so I do it in the leisure.</div>Angeline Mariyoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01415846250802715973noreply@blogger.com0