No bounds
As charity knows no bounds
It has never remained out of bounds
It is open domain for all to contribute
The happiness can be seen even by remaining mute
The needy may helplessly look at the sky
The answer may be found if we try
Surrender to thee and never feel shy
All in earnestness without telling lie
The help may pour in from all sides
It may remain unknown if we really confide
Someone may reach to you in openness
But generally it is extended with frankness
It is inner conscious call
That prevents us from further call
As mother aptly proved
Even God is favorable moved
Holy among holy is selfless service
No one can assure and extend the promises
Yet it is noble soul that always keeps in mind
Where else on this God's earth such an opportunity we find
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A Child’s Prayer
HOLY MOTHER! Holy Mother!
In the dark I fear.
Light me with thy shining eyes,
Be thou ever near.
Holy Mother! Holy Mother!
Call thy little Son,
Bid Him bring me praying dreams
Ere the night be done.
Call the angels, call them early,
Bid them fly to thee,
One to call the little birds,
One to waken me.
poem by Silas Weir Mitchell
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Holy
Whitman felt his ribs and found the fat holy.
Poor mad Smart found Geoffrey the cat holy.
Growing up on Yankee turf I found
a Mickey Mantle Louisville Slugger bat holy.
A grown man now, I do confess to finding
one pose you strike on your new blue yoga mat holy.
I have not one objection to your calling
the old man in the robe and pointy hat holy.
No reason, if it helps you stalk the tiger,
not to call its trim and pungent scat holy.
Would you please shut that squalling monster up
(although in theory I find the little brat holy)?
I still recall how Allen lightened up
the crowd at the reading by saying, "It's not all that holy."
Can we agree to stop calling every last thing
that makes our little hearts go pitter-pat holy?
Perhaps someday I'll take the begging bowl
and call each last flea, tick and gnat holy.
Don't be so pleased with that so-called self of yours, Eric,
till you call the fires of the Benares ghat holy.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Holy Is The Lord
Holy is your name, in all the earth I worship you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I come to you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I sing to you
Holy, Holy, Holy is your name
Holy are you Lord, I come before your throne and bow
Holy are you Lord, I come into your presence now
Holy are you Lord I listen to the angels sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Holy are you Lord, my heart it leaps within my chest
Holy are you Lord, Its in your arms I find my rest
Holy are you Lord, the saints around the world they sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Now listen to the saints, they sing Holy are you Lord
Now listen to them cry to you, Holy are you Lord
There is a cry around the world, they lift their voice and sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
I come before your throne to sing, Holy is your name
I come before your throne to sing, I'll never be the same
Pour our out your fire of love on me, this is what I sing
Holy, Holy, to the risen King
poem by Frank McEleny
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Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Who was, and is, and evermore shall be.
Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
song performed by by Amy Grant
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O Precious Lord
Oh precious Lord I call on you
Call upon your Holy name
Oh precious Lord send your Spirit now
Come and light your Holy flame
Oh precious Lord in times of need
When there's no-one else around
Oh precious Lord it seems like your not there
And there's no help to be found
Oh precious Lord, will I never learn
Whether hills or depths of seas
That I will always find you Lord
When I get upon my knees
Oh precious Lord, I call on you
And exalt your Holy name
I praise you Lord and I worship you
And I praise your Holy flame
Oh precious Lord, I call on you
Call upon your Holy name
Yesterday, today, and forever Lord
You will always be the same
poem by Frank McEleny
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Door to door
No one has reached door to door
To the needy, down trodden and poor
With only noble cause in mind
Where else such pious and religious figure to find
Whether femine, draught or natural calamity
She was always guided by spiritual power of almighty
She was ordinary, down to earth but figure of nobility
The poor always blessed her to add feather in her ability
Only one soul could perform the remarkable feat
She was helped by all and could easily capture the heart beats
She greeted with open hands all irrespective of cast or creed
She never asked for anything or had any inkling or greed
We call her mother for devotional duty
She had beautiful divine smile with internal beauty
Sheltered orphans, destitute and homeless
The happiness could easily be seen on their face
It was rare opportunity for her in the services of mankind
She was fully alive to the plight and agony without being blind
She had all the means to remain comfortable and at ease
She preferred to devote whole time with frequency increase
She had only one mission and duty to perform
Stay among them and remain better informed
How easily she could pick the sentiments of helpless persons?
She realized it as life’s mission for fulfillment with various reasons
The world too has opened the doors for all aid
They have poured it without word being said
Charity is such mission where no one may prefer to stay
It is humanitarian effort and no one would wan t to go away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Holy Mother
By eric clapton and stephen bishop
Holy mother, where are you?
Tonight I feel broken in two.
Ive seen the stars fall from the sky.
Holy mother, cant keep from crying.
Oh I need your help this time,
Get me through this lonely night.
Tell me please which way to turn
To find myself again.
Holy mother, hear my prayer,
Somehow I know youre still there.
Send me please some peace of mind;
Take away this pain.
I cant wait, I cant wait, I cant wait any longer.
I cant wait, I cant wait, I cant wait for you.
Holy mother, hear my cry,
Ive cursed your name a thousand times.
Ive felt the anger running through my soul;
All I need is a hand to hold.
Oh I feel the end has come,
No longer my legs will run.
You know I would rather be
In your arms tonight.
When my hands no longer play,
My voice is still, I fade away.
Holy mother, then Ill be
Lying in, safe within your arms.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Here I Come-4
Holy holy is He
So merciful
Lion and King
Wonderful Counselor
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Most High God
Holy holy
Prince of Peace
Mighty Redeemer
King of Kings
Most High God
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Take my sins
As far as the east
Is from the west
Purge me
With your precious blood
Shelter me
From the storms
Cover me
With your glory
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
You are so holy
You went to the cross
For me
So holy
You bled for me
So holy
You paid a price
I could not pay
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Only Regret
Look of beggars just frighten me
They have full right to stand anywhere they feel free
Not that they are deprived of some essentials
But not given anything to live honorably for survival
I blame no one but only regret
The right to livelihood is for all and be let
No religion teaches any one to be kept starved
Yet they are in pathetic condition and not saved
What do I feel when I find them in front of church?
Have I to enter holy place and make search?
If he was inside then whom did I see outside?
I keep mum with tears in eyes and merely confide
I hear long call from top of the loud speaker
It is worship call to ask blessing for all seekers
But what do I see and find on beggar’s face?
He is not for anything big but only small things in case
Basically I found no difference
It was pronounced different sentence
I was well gifted with something to pull
He was denied with favor and looked helpless and fool
I carried silently for plight and hunger
It was mixed with sympathy and anger
Why a person should beg instead of praying?
Stand before holy place for little saying
Nothing changes except few deaths
We console only after laying wreaths
Beggars do stand there and disappear
Yes unknown disgrace creates fear
I can be in same place tomorrow
What would I do to address it or follow?
I have no answer to address its roots
Pray for only grace to walk on foot
Ask mercy for not happening same with you
You will not have strong will to go through
Not same feeling may be shown towards
You only beg with on the name some words
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Chosen One
You are 'The Chosen One', as this is your name-
Chosen to show me how to love, without bound, for you!
Kaya, it has been far too long-neither of us to blame;
I wish that I could be around, for you!
I was not prime for all that she needed;
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much;
You call to me, yet I have not heeded-
I tried, I assure you, I tried so much!
We have been purloined from each
By an ignorance which serves to astound!
I call to God each night to put you within my reach-
Alas, no answer is yet to be found!
My faith remains unwavering; my mind, resolute-
I shall break down this wall which keeps me from you!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2010
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Purposeful Surrender
As you empty self for the Lord, blessing by Him will be poured,
Upon the others in your life, as you faithfully serve Jesus Christ,
As you empty your fleshly will, the void, The Holy Spirit shall fill,
With the things God will need, with surrender to The Spirit’s lead.
In the light of what John had said, regarding Christ, in His stead,
When Believers do become less, The Lord God begins to bless,
As Christ then becomes more, blessings around us He will pour,
When we move aside for Christ, to be God’s vessels, in this life.
So we must purpose in our heart, to God’s surrender at the start,
To become God’s vessel for, Jesus Christ, Who becomes more,
While we remain just who we are, as we serve God, near and far,
Making our purpose and intent, pleasing to God, as we are sent.
When we empty our self, for Him, of all our ways, tainted by sin,
God then fills us with new desire, with a new vision that is higher,
When in Christ, we become less, He gives to us eternal purpose,
As we submit to Christ our Lord, service for us God shall afford.
With Christ, less becomes more, as God shall open a new door,
A new door of service in His way, as Christ leads us day to day,
For service to God is not about us, but our Savior, Christ Jesus,
Who fills us with His Holy Word, to be poured till all have heard.
(Copyright ©12/2009)
Hymns Of The Brahmo Somaj
I.
The mercy, O Eternal One!
By man unmeasured yet,
In joy or grief, in shade or sun,
I never will forget.
I give the whole, and not a part,
Of all Thou gayest me;
My goods, my life, my soul and heart,
I yield them all to Thee!
II.
We fast and plead, we weep and pray,
From morning until even;
We feel to find the holy way,
We knock at the gate of heaven
And when in silent awe we wait,
And word and sign forbear,
The hinges of the golden gate
Move, soundless, to our prayer!
Who hears the eternal harmonies
Can heed no outward word;
Blind to all else is he who sees
The vision of the Lord!
III.
O soul, be patient, restrain thy tears,
Have hope, and not despair;
As a tender mother heareth her child
God hears the penitent prayer.
And not forever shall grief be thine;
On the Heavenly Mother's breast,
Washed clean and white in the waters of joy
Shall His seeking child find rest.
Console thyself with His word of grace,
And cease thy wail of woe,
For His mercy never an equal hath,
And His love no bounds can know.
Lean close unto Him in faith and hope;
How many like thee have found
In Him a shelter and home of peace,
By His mercy compassed round!
There, safe from sin and the sorrow it brings,
They sing their grateful psalms,
And rest, at noon, by the wells of God,
In the shade of His holy palms!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Open The Eyes Of My Heart
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy
(Repeat two more times)
Holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to see you
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to see you
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy,
I want to see you
(Repeat five more times)
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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We Sing to Thee, Thou Son of God
We sing to Thee, Thou Son of God,
Fountain of life and grace;
We praise Thee, Son of Man, whose blood
Redeemed our fallen race.
Thee we acknowledge God and Lord,
The Lamb for sinners slain;
Who art by heaven and earth adored,
Worthy o'er both to reign.
To Thee all angels cry aloud,
Through heaven's extended coasts: -
Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord
Of glory and of hosts.
The cherubim and seraphim
Incessant sing to Thee;
The worlds and all the powers therein
Adore Thy majesty.
The prophets' goodly fellowship,
In radiant garments dressed,
Praise Thee, Thou Son of God, and reap
The fulness of Thy rest.
The apostles' glorious company
Thy righteous praise proclaim:
The martyred army glorify
Thine everlasting name.
Through all the world, Thy churches join
To call on Thee their Head,
Brightness of majesty Divine,
Who every power hast made.
Among their number, Lord, we love
To sing Thy precious blood.
Reign here, and in the worlds above,
Thou Holy Lamb of God!
poem by Augustus Montague Toplady
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Seventh Seal
Walk me down to the wishing well
help me find that miracle
splash that holy water on me
drown my faith in trinity, yeah!
oh yeah
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear
one more piece of the puzzle, I'm there
gotta get lucky gotta get that done
little bit of luck never hurt no one
come on take me down, down, down....
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, yet
under darken skies
we'll see the light
broken now I can't help but feel
someone cracked the seventh seal
nothing sacred, nothing left unturned
when nothing's simple then nothing's learned
so take me down to the virgin spring
wash away my suffering, oh
splash that holy water on me
wash my eyes so I can see
come on take me down, down, down....
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, not yet
Lord I think I found, found, found....
my mother lode, hey
down, down, down, down, down, down,
take me down, down, down, down....
take me
song performed by by Van Halen
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With a reason
It did not appeal
In fact I sensed it unreal
The bell in holy place was sounding
With impact on mind and pounding
Priest was trying to wake up the Lord
Or was trying to air the holy word
Whatever it may be but certainly a wake up call
Ideal prayer time in the morning for all
I have thought over it number of times
But found no clue any of the time
I was becoming prisoner of conscience
I tried to give close look and thought at once
We all claim to have God inside us
Whatever performed is as per His wish
We are simple tool and helpless
So we bear innocence on the face
This has taken me to the conclusion
Let there remain no confusion
We can't trouble him for our action
As we know good has good and bad has equal reaction
Then why we go and try to awake?
Why so much of our doing is at stake?
I find no answer and keep quiet
The best way is to remember nothing and forget
It has nothing to do with any religion
When we leave peace messages with pigeons
We are at peace with out side world
But turning different in side and feel cold
I feel great sense of relief
When pray Him for brief
Not at fixed time but any time of the day
Whenever find spare time at home or on the way
I have observed myself completely at ease
Energy cycle is on and waiting to release
The rays of happiness is for the person
Who has concern for others and self with reason
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Prayer
Pardon me for being sinner,
Conscious awake from inner,
Not miss you with lunch or dinner,
Never consider looser or winner,
Sailing a boat with fear to capsize,
Express faith and energy organize,
Not a worry for life and death,
Always with your sacred name and oath,
Lead me to success and glory,
Bow head down with no worry,
No more sin to feel guilty and sorry,
Father like you and mother like Mary,
Want to lead life and live very simple,
Waste not life and time very ample,
Message of peace and love to people,
Woke up to an idea late in life,
Still not lost and now it is rife,
So to say O, Lord, be on my side,
Afford me a chance with area so wide,
Whole my life work and ideals,
Have your bless and look always real,
If I succeed to make wound heal,
Offer to hungry hard earned meal,
Give me courage to serve the poor,
Open passage with no lock on door,
If I can solve woes they narrate,
Offer of be longings, property to donate,
Landed I cloth less with beautiful smile,
Happiness all over for brief and while,
So nothing on hand when ready depart,
Strong attachment with no feeling apart,
I wish to be humble with life so noble,
Pray with both hands to work and able,
Grace with occasion and feel capable,
Path not easy as to walk on marble,
I want no heaven but service to land,
Help to needy with bare tow hands,
No pomp and show with playing of band,
Forehead to be rubbed with holy sand,
Sea may wash shore with her waves,
Lion may roar with fear in caves,
I may surrender with holy words,
Prayer at heart with praise for lords
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: Money Rules the Present World
My house is open to my siblings all;
My heart’s open to most human beings;
It is an unconditional and free call;
To be by friends, I want just sane earthlings!
I want so much to help the world ’round me;
My heart goes down to the poor and needy;
The genuine ones don’t come for charity;
The world I find is jealous and greedy!
The more I dilute my principles good,
There isn’t an increase in sanity found;
The money’s sake, some ingest any food!
Let world remain as such; I am God-bound.
The driving-force appears to be money!
These days, ev’n bees can’t make their own honey!
poem by John Celes
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The Holy Sabbath Day
God created the things He thought
Over the six days of the week,
And being pleased with His own work,
The Sabbath Day of rest, He sought!
God made the Sabbath Day for man
So that his body, heart and mind,
From week-days’ drudgery, rest find,
And thereby increase his life’s span!
God made the Sabbath Day holy
So that man could be nearer God,
And keep his soul afilled with grace,
And keep the heaven’s road always!
The Sabbath Day is crucial
For man to keep off diseases
Those afflict him these modern days,
And add more years to life on earth.
The Sabbath is the answer to
The affluent illnesses that
Affect most men including stress,
Avoiding all things of excess!
Man, keep the Sabbath Day holy;
Give rest to body, mind and heart;
Cleanse soul from sins by divine art,
And do your duty for your part.
On this day, think of God much more,
And thank Him for His blessings shown;
Pray fervently from your heart’s core,
And keep off evils known, unknown!
For, holy, holy is the Lord
Of heavens, earth – the most high God;
Whatever He says may look odd;
All will be fine, heeding His Word!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-23-2009
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Earth Hour
by leaps and bounds
the world has progressed
since the industrial revolution
men's life expectancy
has increased so many years
by leaps and bounds too
we seem to be heading
towards a crash between
our own survival and
that of mother earth
earth hour - giving ourselves
and earth - a break
even in this darkness,
earth cools down to lift us
up in a warm efferverscent cheer
we cant help but shed tears
for what we had done to mother earth
and vow to light the coming years
in the darkness of our rooms
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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