PUT NOT THE CART BEFORE THE HORSE

Put not the cart before the horse,

Put not sex before marriage.

Just as it is foolish to put the cart before the horse

So is it foolish to put sex before marriage.

Sex with your girlfriend/boyfriend/fiancée/fiancé might be great,

 And you might really sincerely end up marrying each other and still have no issues,

 But that doesn't make it right.

 The Divine order of things is for sex to grace marriage, to spice it up and lubricate it.

 Sex is for the married.

 And like I saw somewhere,

"Dating is not for mating."

 So, flee sexual immorality,

Sexual sins are sins against your own body which is God's temple--

 Which God is very jealous over.

 (That doesn't make other sins less than sins, though.)

 Change your ways and return to the normal order of things.

 God will forgive you if you truly repent.

He will give you a brand new story and a brand new name.

Written on March 12, 2015

First made public on my Facebook page.

Photo Credit: http://www.horsenation.com/2014/07/19/porsche-puts-the-cart-before-the-horse-in-new-ad-campaign/

Rice and Cakes

As a little child playing with sand and clay,
I cooked sand as rice and molded clay into cakes, pots and animals.
We exchanged stones-cum-eggs for paper-cum-money
And it was pure fun.
Little did I know that I would ever be paid for playing with sand and clay,
Little did I know I'd one day work in a kitchen
Where the only things we cook and serve are sand and clay
Only that now they are consolidated into rocks.
Yes, I am a geologist, working as a mudlogger.

Like An Eagle

Like an eagle we shall rise,
When the Lord comes acalling
And the archangel the trumpet asounding.
We shall soar and go meet Him in the air.
He will be very happy to see us
And we will be so glad we make it.
I hope to see you there in the air
On that glorious day Christ comes acalling.

Easy As ABC

Backsliding is as easy as ABC.
The mode activates the moment one starts to
Walk in the counsel of the ungodly,
Stand in the way of sinners,
And sit in the midst of mockers.
It will seem quite innocuous initially,
One might even justify it with trying to win them over.
But little by little, the feet slide,
And before you know it you begin to detest what you once hold dear.
Watch it, when you think you stand, a gulf is right before you.

He won't let you

He won't let you go through more than you can bear;
He knows it won't weigh you down and so allows it.
You will see at the end it will all work out for your good.
When you look back sometime later
You will realise how God was with you through it all.
Trust Him through the darkness, He is carrying you.
He will never leave you.

A LOVE SONG

My darling,
The love I have for you,
Mouth cannot tell it all.
Even though our love was not at first sight--
Not even second or third or fourth sight--
I never imagined I could fall so hard for you,
Not for once.
But I did fall for you
And I hope to never recover,
My green green olives.

THE VOID SPELT G.O.D

Each time I get uptight and grouchy,
reacting at every slight provocation-
I know there is a void in me which needs to be filled.
Each time I feel unnecessarily dissatisfied about life,
feeling something is missing in spite of having 'all'
I know there is a void waiting to be filled.

This void is spelt G.O.D -
Every man has it,
great or small.
Every one experiences it,
saved or unsaved.

Truth is many do not realise it can only be filled by GOD,
So they think it will go if they make more money
or if they get more influential.
A lot feel it will leave if they become more beautiful
or go trans-sexual.
Several others try to 'increase' in good deeds
just for this void to vanish.
Many a dignitary had killed him(her)self because of this void
and a number of commoners too.

If only they knew that the only one who could fill the void was GOD!
If only they knew that all they ever really wanted was GOD-
Not more fame or wealth;
Not more goodness or nicety;
Not more silver or gold;
Not more beauty or pomp
Not more power or influence--
For in Him all things consist
and if you have Him,
everything else runs after you.

Written on 24-October-2012