A Prayer to Lord, Jesus Christ
O Lord, I want to walk with Thee,
In Thine footsteps to Calvary;
And share the burden of Thine cross,
Thou carried for our sins, Alas!
O Jesus, I must talk with Thee,
All life-time in my life earthly;
Receiving wisdom heavenly,
To tread the path of Thine glory.
O Christ, I want to follow Thee,
To Thine abode- Eternity,
Avoiding sins that hinder me,
From seeing Thee Lord, finally.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-8-2008
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Sonnet: The Holy Cross
O, Let me carry Thine Cross in some way!
Though weary yet, O Let me help Thee, Lord;
O, Let me share the weight of sins, I pray;
And let me show the world, Love’s Cross and word.
Thine Cross is life to sinners world-over;
Thine Cross is Light to ones blinded sans faith;
I want to live God as Thine Cross-lover!
To follow Thee, my Lord, if Thou sayeth.
O how, I wish my soles could tread Thine path;
O how, I wish my shoulders bear Thine weight!
O Let my soul be cleansed by Thine blood-bath!
Usher me Lord, before it could grow late!
O Let me Lord, prevent Thee from one fall!
O answer me Lord, hasten to my call!
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A Thanksgiving Prayer to God
Almighty God, to Thee I pray,
And thank Thee for all things this day,
I had received in ample way;
Let glory be to Thee, Aye! Aye!
I am a human being mere;
I sin often and always err;
Forgive me Lord, my God, I plead,
A better life, may I still lead.
This day is almost over, Lord!
I’m sorry if I broke accord;
Without Thine mercy, love O God,
My life gets thrown into discord.
My every want, Thou providest;
My praises, thanks, I offer best;
Ignore my iniquities Lord;
Afill my heart, mind with Thine word.
O let my lips utter good words,
And let my tongue not turn like swords,
And let me labor for Thine sake,
And dispel ignorance and ache.
The good I did all came from Thee
The bad surfaced from within me;
O help me do my duty well,
And always toll the success bell!
O fill this vessel, Lord, I pray,
With gifts that I can share today,
With downtrodden brethren around,
And men and women, poor, unsound.
O bless my solitude always;
Let devils not invade my days;
So bless my deeds and mundane ways,
Miraculously most, in case.
O take away my pride, O Lord;
I long to live in Thine accord;
Rescue me from each temptation
That takes me nearer Damnation.
Provide me Lord, with Thine insight;
Thou art my only way, truth, light;
Let love for Thee burn always bright,
From dawn till dusk, and through the night.
My fallacies are not just mine;
O keep me off women and wine;
This bread will do; my health is fine;
My soul with grace must always shine.
O Lord, now bless this bread I eat;
And keep my body, heart, soul, neat,
And walking in heavenly grace,
With wisdom, piety-filled face.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-17-2008
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SONNET: God, what shall I render Thee?
Oh, what can I give Thee O God, my Lord?
How can I ev’r repay thy love for me?
Oh, can I call Thee by a better word?
All that I have today are Thine truly!
Oh, can I give my labour and my toil?
But still, my energy must come from Thee;
Oh, can I offer things that grow on soil?
Alas! Nothing on earth looks heavenly!
Oh, can I give my time that Thou gav’st me?
My time is meant to serve Thee through brethren;
Oh, can I give my precious life only?
If thats the way to Heaven, let me then.
Oh show me something that is truly mine!
Thou art the Fountain of my Life, divine!
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Clasping of Hands
LORD, Thou art mine, and I am Thine,
If mine I am; and Thine much more
Then I or ought or can be mine.
Yet to be Thine doth me restore,
So that again I now am mine,
And with advantage mine the more,
Since this being mine brings with it Thine,
And Thou with me dost Thee restore:
If I without Thee would be mine,
I neither should be mine nor Thine.
Lord, I am Thine, and Thou art mine;
So mine Thou art, that something more
I may presume Thee mine then Thine,
For Thou didst suffer to restore
Not Thee, but me, and to be mine:
And with advantage mine the more,
Since Thou in death wast none of Thine,
Yet then as mine didst me restore:
O, be mine still; still make me Thine;
Or rather make no Thine and Mine.
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Sonnet: Suffering to Heaven
Help me to bear my sorrows of my life;
Help me to live in piety, O God;
Help me to keep my faith amidst my strife;
Help me to fight my odds with courage, Lord.
Whatever be the cause of suffering-
Man-made, environmental or by fate,
Give me the strength of will in accepting
Them all, for glorifying Thee till date.
Let me ignore my woes as something naught;
There are some ones who suffer more than me;
Let me thank Thee and not say ’tis my lot;
O God, my soul becomes more heavenly!
Let me take up my cross and follow Thee,
O Jesus Christ- the light, the way, truly.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-28-2008
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Sonnet: God Keeps Me Safe
Thy ‘tethered animal’ I am, O God,
To Thy divine lamp-post, I have been tied!
Thine cord of Love binds me with Thee, O God,
In Thine meadow I graze: In Thee abide.
Thine cord of Love is not one of bondage!
It gives me enough freedom that I need;
Let it become stronger, thicker with age;
On just the grass you show, let me but feed.
Let me not break Thine cord and run away;
Let me not jump over the fence in haste;
Let me be satisfied with life each day,
And never bolt to alien land to waste.
Within Thy shelter, I am safe, O Lord;
And let me eat and live as per Thy Code.
6-4-2001
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Sonnet: With God’s Help
‘Come to my aid God, ’ whenever I need,
For, without Thee, my life’s vessel could sink;
With Thee, my Lord, I’ll do great things indeed!
Like how with Thine inspiration, I ink.
Prepare me Lord for life’s challenges,
And make me wary, alert, sensible;
And like sore-throat, soothen’d by lozenges,
Soothen my heart with words from the Bible.
Show me Thy unique ways to solve problems;
Let despair not entwine my human heart;
Let flowers new, blossom forth from old-stems,
And let Thine wisdom help me further art.
O use me Lord, for any purpose, God!
In case I fail, do spare me from Thy rod.
8-6-2002
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In San Lorenzo
Is thine hour come to wake, O slumbering Night?
Hath not the Dawn a message in thine ear?
Though thou be stone and sleep, yet shalt thou hear
When the word falls from heaven--Let there be light.
Thou knowest we would not do thee the despite
To wake thee while the old sorrow and shame were near;
We spake not loud for thy sake, and for fear
Lest thou shouldst lose the rest that was thy right,
The blessing given thee that was thine alone,
The happiness to sleep and to be stone:
Nay, we kept silence of thee for thy sake
Albeit we knew thee alive, and left with thee
The great good gift to feel not nor to see;
But will not yet thine Angel bid thee wake?
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Harvest Hymn
Mens Voices:
LORD of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and munificent lord of the morn!
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that nurtured our corn.
We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest,
Great and beneficent lord of the main!
Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows,
Thine is the mercy that fostered our grain.
We bring thee our thanks and our garlands for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.
Womens Voices:
Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the har- vest,
Sweet and omnipotent mother, O Earth!
Thine is the plentiful bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our manifold gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
All Voices:
Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal, ineffable Om!
Thou art the Seed and the Scythe of our harvests,
Thou art our Hands and our Heart and our Home.
We bring thee our lives and our labours for tribute,
Grant us thy succour, thy counsel, thy care.
O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer
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Perumaal 61-66
61 Self manifested where sacred Thee art
Valmiki where visioned Thine Neervannan
Despite moating rain diligent Mangai where visioned Thee
Animamalarmangai where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thiruneermalai
That accolades Neervannan, Neermukhilvannan, Ranganathan
Hey ShantaNarasimha, Thrivikrama, vision, I surrender
62 A girl per day where married Thee of Kaalavarishi
Three hundred and sixty girls in a year after
Compended then where as one Lakshmi
Where with Komalavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvidanthai
That atones where of Bali's killing of Devas
Hey LakshmiVaraha, Nithyakalyana, vision, I surrender
63 His path for ParamapadaNatha ocean-blockaded
Pundarika's devout folly where of hand-dredging ocean
Thee rushed where to bless, then to embed there on
Nilamangai where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thirukadanmallai(Mamallapuram)
That bore Thine child Bhuthathalwar
Hey Sthalasayana, vision.I surrender
64 RishiVamadeva where with saptha-rishis
To vision Thine Narasimha longed like Vishvamitra
As for Vishvamitra where Thee blessed in one kadikai
Where with Amrithavalli Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Cholasimmapuram(Thirukadikai)
That is honoured with Thine Yoga Anjaneya
Hey YogaNarasimha, vision.I surrender
65 His craving piety where for more lotuses
Gajendra got where Lakshmi's share too
Blessed him then where Thee with Lakshmi worshipped
Malarmelmangai where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirunavaay
That breathe Thine fragrance nine yogis
Hey Navaay Mukunda, Narayana, vision, I surrender
66 Serene river Neela where Pandavas captured of
Stayed on where to worship Thine Vishnu
Ambarisha's Paramapadanathas where erstwhile encircled
Where with Padmasini Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvithuvakkodu
That decrees Thine Kulasekhara's devotion
Hey Abhayaprada, vision, I surrender
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Sonnet: Be Grateful to God
O Let my heart be loyal to Thee Lord,
My Creator and Maker of this world!
My Omnipotent, Omniscient God,
The mystery of mysteries unheard!
How can I ever repay Thy love, God?
Unfathomable love that made my soul!
And everything goes by Thy grace and Thine word,
In Heaven and on earth, from pole to pole.
No matter how the devil’s tempt me Lord,
Despite the many times, their prey I fall,
My soul get’s healed by Thy grace and Thine word,
And listens thereafter to Thine one call.
So, let my soul forever thank Thee, Lord,
Thou art my Savior, Friend and only God.
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The Mediator
O Christ, true Son of God most high,
Thy name we praise for ever;
Whoe'er to Thee for help doth cry
Shall find Thee fail him never;
'Tis Thou wilt plead,
Thou intercede
With God, for us who need Thy prayers so sore:
Thy bitter strife
Hath wrought us life,
And Thine be thanks and praise for evermore!
To Thee the Father giveth now
All power in earth and heaven;
Sin, Satan, Death to Thee must bow,
All fetters Thou hast riven,
Bade fear to cease,
And made our peace,
That now to God we dare our hearts outpour:
Thy bitter strife
Hath wrought us life,
And Thine be thanks and praise for evermore!
Fulness of grace is in Thy Word;
The Life, the Truth, the Way
To life eternal art Thou, Lord;
To Thee alone we pray,
Who didst appear
A servant here
To bear the sin that crushed the world before:
Thy bitter strife
Hath wrought us life,
And Thine be thanks and praise for evermore!
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Perumaal 55-60
It was where against Saraswathi
Fought Thee, vanquished Her sent demons
Bloodstained stood Thee where valorously coral
Pavalavalli where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of ThiruPavalaVannam
That befriends PachaiVannan opposite
Hey PavalaVanna, vision, I surrender
56 The decline of Pallavas where Thee revived
Blessed with heir Parameshwara Thine
Then to be domiciled wherefrom Paramapadam
Where with Vaikuntavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of ThiruParameshwaraVinNagaram
That chronicles an aeonian name Sarpa Kshetram
Hey ParamapadaNatha, vision, I surrender
57 Jataayu's end where commiserated by high norms
Created where thence Thee JataayuTheertham
YadavaPrakasa tutored Ramanuja whereat of Advaita
Maragathavalli where with Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of ThiruPutKuzhi
That in espousing alliance with Thee Thirumangai
Hey VijayaRaghava, vision, I surrender
58 Speciality was Thine and Thine split many personae
One such awaited where Mangai's paasuram
Discontent where then for more Piraatti wished
Where with Sudhavalli Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of ThiruNindravoor
That holds for SamudraRaja Thine wedded ataraxia
Hey Bhaktavatsala, Badraavi, vision, I surrender
59 Satiated Thee with Chalihotra's hospitability
Thence where Thee stayed on to bless
Penanced Vasumathi where to wed Thee
Kanakavalli where with Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvalloor
That accounts Thine curative Quality
Hey VaidyaVeeraRagava, vision, I surrender
60 For king Sumathi wherefrom Venkatadri victorious
At Brindaaranyam where for Aathreya too
As for Arjuna appeared Thee as ParthaSarathi
Where with Vedavalli Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thiruvallikeni
That blooms plentitude in Thine lotus presence
Hey VenkataKrishna, Parthasarathi, vision, I surrender
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Desiring to Be Given up to God
That my heart was right with thee,
And lov'd thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!
Jesus, remove th' impending load,
And set my soul on fire for God!
Thou seest I dwell in awful night
Until thou in my heart appear;
Kindle the flame, O Lord, and light
Thine everlasting candle there:
Thy presence puts the shadows by;
If thou art gone, how dark am I!
Ah! Lord, how should thy servant see,
Unless thou give me seeing eyes?
Well may I fall, if out of thee;
If out of thee, how should I rise?
I wander, Lord, without thy aid,
And lose my way in midnight's shade.
Thy bright, unerring light afford,
A light that gives the sinner hope;
And from the house of bondage, Lord,
O bring the weary captive up,
Thine hand alone can set me free
And reach my pardon out to me.
O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
With eye-salve, Lord, anoint the blind,
And seal me thine adopted son:
A fallen, helpless creature take,
And heir of thy salvation make.
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Perumaal 37-42
37 Where from Kanchi descended Thee
Thou abode where Thine shrine bell shaped
As VaradaRaja where Shiva visioned Thee
Thirumagal where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirumanikoodam
That in pasurans praises Thee Thirumangai
Hey GajendraVarada, VaradaRaja, vision, I surrender
38 Blessed Swethan where Thee with immortality
'Annaa' to Thiruvenkatam where Thirumangai greets
Kumudavalli where consorted with Thirumangai
Where with Alarmelmangai Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvellakulam
That stands causal for its pristine tank
Hey Annan Perumaal, vision, I surrender
39 Varuna relieved where of a curse
Blessed Thee Arjuna where for water
Thirumangai heightens where Thee as Thaamaraial Kelvan
ThaamaraiNayaki where with Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of ThiruPaarthanpalli
That holds in from warfield Thine Paarthasarathy
Hey LakshmiRanga, vision I surrender
40 Where on Brahma's plea Thee judged
Siva-Paarvathi dance at Thine Chitrakootam
Boarded where then Thee at Thillaivanam
Where with PundareekavalliThee favouring
To Thou abode that of Chidambaram
That demon-daughters chilli, Thilli where keep vigil
Hey GovindaRaja, vision, I surrender
41 Indran where Thee blessed with vajrayudha
Adisesha seismic where for Thee dredged up water
Garuda where for Thee brought in river Vaikunta-Viraja
Bhargavi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvahindrapuram
That at Aushadagiri bears Thine Hayagreeva
Hey DeivaNayaka, vision, I surrender
42 Yugas earlier where Thine Gopal dwelt
Vaamana, Thrivikrama where Thee blessed Mahabali
Vaamana, Thrivikrama where Thee blessed Mrikandu Muni
Where with PushpavalliThee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thirukkovaloor
That extole Thine Vaamana, Thrivikrama, Mudal Alwars
Hey Thrivikrama, vision, I surrender
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Ask What I Shall Give Thee (III)
Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
And waits to answer prayer.
That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round I see;
Provides for those who come to God,
An all-prevailing plea.
My soul ask what thou wilt,
Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
What else can he withhold.
Beyond thy utmost wants
His love and pow'r can bless;
To praying souls he always grants,
More than they can express.
Since 'tis the Lord's command,
My mouth I open wide;
Lord open thou thy bounteous hand,
That I may be supplied.
Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.
If Thou these blessings give,
And wilt my portion be;
Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave,
To them who know not thee.
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Death
O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
Day after day I have kept watch for thee;
for thee have I borne the joys and pangs of life.
All that I am, that I have, that I hope and all my love
have ever flowed towards thee in depth of secrecy.
One final glance from thine eyes
and my life will be ever thine own.
The flowers have been woven
and the garland is ready for the bridegroom.
After the wedding the bride shall leave her home
and meet her lord alone in the solitude of night.
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Fairest Lord Jesus
Fairest Lord Jesus,
Ruler of all nature,
O Thou of God and man the Son,
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
Thou, my soul's glory, joy and crown.
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
Who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fair is the sunshine,
Fairer still the moonlight,
And all the twinkling starry host;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast.
All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.
Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
Now and forever more be Thine.
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Perumaal 103-108
103 Child divine Thine venture where killed Kaaliya
Butter Thine thievery where melted from houses
Mighty mouth Thine Yashoda where visioned creation whole
Rukmani, Sathyabhama where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Gokulam
That fondles in pasuram Perialvar
Hey Navamohanakrishna, vision, I surrender
104 Empire Thine where reigned righteous
Escaping poisoned wherefrom Mewar Meera surrendered
Benevolent in Thine grace where Meera merged
Where with Srilakshmi, Rukmani Thee favouring
To Thou abode that of Thirudwarakai
That clothed where Thine mercy Draupati
Hey Kalyananarayana, vision I surrender
105 His dense penance where Garuda desired Thine Narasimha
So did Thee where with nine allocations
Split meaningful where for nine Narasimhas
Amritavalli, Senjulakshmi where with Thee bestowing
To Thou abode that of Thirusingavelkundram(Ahobilam)
That extoles flagmast where Thine saving Adisankara highly
Hey Prahladavarada, Narasimha, vision, I surrender
106 Brigu's fault where exiled Thee to tamarind abode
Found later where to wed Padmavati
Thence to conjoin where in Thine heart Lakshmi
Where with Pundarikavalli Thee blessing
To Thou abode that of Thiruvenkatam
That decks in seven whorls Thine bed Adisesha
Hey Govindaraja, Balaji, vision, I surrender
107 Where Thou beginning, where Thou pausing
The hub of cosmic creation
In white pervasion where reclining Thee on Adisesha
Kadalmagal.Bhoomidevi where with Thee gracing
To Thou abode that of Thiruparkadal
That awaiting souls where Thine grace rescues
Hey Parkadalvanna, vision my soul surrendering
108 Salvaged souls where serving Thee
Their presence in Thine pleasance where immortal
Thine fulgency where preaching bliss ultimatum
Where with Periapiratti Thee reigning
To Thou abode that of Vaikuntam
That from this muddy haven to Thine my pleadings
Hey Paramapadanatha, vision, I surrender, surrender
This Perumaal series is about the 108 shrines of Lord Vishnu
This is not a translated work of hymns but poetry mine with samples of mythological reference
Out of the 108 shrines,106 are earthly pilgrimage spots and the final two are heavenly abodes
which can be reached only by highly devout ascetics and celestial beings
Reference- '108 Vainava Divyadesa Sthala Varalaru ' by Dr.Vainava sudaraazhi A.EthirajanB.A-Karaikudi-Published by Sri Vainava Sidhanta Noorpadhippu Kazhagam
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Though Pot I am, I am Thine Pot!
Potter, Potter, making clay-pot!
Did you make me misshap’n somewhat?
Was it perhaps done on purpose?
Should I blame myself for my cross?
Perhaps, I was untimely born,
Or made in haste, Thine shop adorn!
May be Thine mood was not that good,
When Thou made me out of mere clod!
Perhaps, the mix was rather wrong,
Or else Thou sang a sadder song!
Perhaps, water salty was used;
And so I crack’d a bit when baked!
May be, I wasn’t well baked at all;
Or baked too much: suff’red a fall!
Perhaps, the hearth was not quite hot;
Perhaps, it was my own dear fault.
How do I serve Thee still? I muse;
Though handicapped, could Thou me use?
Could Thou recast my misshap’n form,
So that I can most well perform?
Could thou alter my bizarre look,
Before people think I’m a spook?
Or will I be trampled by men,
Even before I say, ‘Amen! ’
Whatev’r my fate turns out to be,
Let me serve Thee most happily!
May be, I can’t be thine pot sought;
Though pot I am, I am Thine pot!
Though pot I am, I am Thine pot!
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