Apne humare Bich parmeshwar ka gyan ka Deepak jalaaya.
Humare andhar parmeshwar ke Prem ko ahage badhaya.
Ab vidha ka samay aaya.
Dil mei mein ek Mayusi Chhaya.
Parmeshwar ki vachan ki raah pe apne
Humein hamesha aage badhaya.
Apne Najane Kitne rath, din humare liye pratna aur upwas kiya.
Aur hum apke liye, kuch cha kar bhi kuch na kiya.
Kuch aese bhi din the honge jab ap kamjor, dukh, udhas aur nirash bhi.. the…
Parh humare bich prabhu ka kariye aur daya ko bataya.
Apne Anshu aur kamjor ko bhi chupakar humare bich prabhu ka kam ko aage badaya.
Ab Sach Mei jab ab vidha ho rahe hain tho, dil mei apke liye Mayusi aur yaadein hain.
Phir sochtha hoon yeh tho prabhu ka kariye hain.
Apke shiksha Ka prabhav, humesa humare sath rahega.
Kyunki parbhu ka Prem hamesa humare sath rahega.
“ A wish of Good Prayer for your new ministry field. "-
A new church, a fresh new place,
His will, his direction.
A believers with hope and grace,
Under the shade of his blessings.
New faces of smile, a hopeful sight;
A pastor heart embrace with light.
A new chapter, yet to unfold,
Stories and testimony to tell.
The ministry to do with brave and bold.
With his grace and will.-
" In the walk of my Christ ministry,
many hurdle and situation hit my way
and shake my belief.
But a ray of Hope from GOD light
my lamp in prayer and strengthen to
work for his Glory."-
You were strong lady.
You were tough Mother.
You were risk- taker.
You were cookie of the family.
Your soft spot were not seen by else;
Yet your deep Love were invariably for me.
Lie in Peace dear Papu Yai.-
As the evening pass by, my cockles of the heart reminding about futurity that you are no longer going to be the part of a chapter. Whom you were dishing out from the long run.
In this wide area of station their is a special site for everyone. The hour will teach them to rhythm the chore.
In the halt of the line, I just want the right living soul to hold the grip of obedience.-
" In this new era of genesis most of our thoughts, feeling and emotions depend upon the strain of tune."
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Dear Abu ( father ), I still remember the morning, when you left us and forgot to teach us how to live without you.
As life goes on, everything changes so rapidly but one things is constantly always there, it's the memories with you. which is captured within my deep down of heart. I keep missing you even after all these years. I know you are watching me from above. I am always working hard to make your name proud and honour.
You guidance has helped me to become who I am now. Your idels continue to inspire and guide me but you left me too early.
.........Miss you ABU.......
....On his 7 Death Aniversary....-
As the new Day shines...
Lets brighten up with the art of writting.
The art of putting our emotions, thought, notion, guise and an idea in a sheet.
Lets set the hope of light in this new dawn. The bright which gives a breakthrough from the gloom.
As somwhere inside each and every one of us is a bright light waiting to shine if we just dig deep enough.
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In this still night.
My frame of mind is marveling for forthcoming hour.-
- The fire of sense -
Why my mind is pondering.
In this sphere of beauty, a sudden of scene is to be there. The break of mind is needed but where the amity is mess with chaos and straining there after. Why an art can't put in order. Barely catching the emotions and submitting in the stock.-