Praise The Lord Poem by Shankaran Kutty

It happened forty five years ago
In a small little hospital it was touch and go
The doctor said it is either mother or child
The tension on the near ones piled
You My Lord, had other plans
You decided both will get a chance
You are the giver of life for every being
And on that quiet Saturday evening
You showered your blessings on a mother and son
You gave me life, my Lord, Oh mighty one.

It was a cold and rainy winter night
I was switching off the bedroom light
When I heard the telephone ring
A most ghastly news did it bring
My mother had suffered a cardiac arrest
The doctors they said are doing their best
It was you Oh Lord, who gave my mother back
Yet, in my thanking, I did lack
When to even thank you, My Lord, we miss
Why do you shower us with ethereal bliss?

It had rained the whole summer day
The road was dark and slippery, along the way
When all at once in the middle of the road
A lorry loomed, I braked and slowed
I rammed into it for it was too close
I thought it was the end of my earthly woes
My end I thought I will sit back and watch
But my Lord you saved me without a scratch
What more in this birth do you have for me
I humbly accept my Lord, my privilege to serve thee

He was most loved, always spread a smile
To help one and all would go the extra mile
As the dreaded disease had him in its grasp
In unmitigated horror did we gasp
As his health wound down to its inevitable end
I prayed to you Lord, One whose life was spent
In spreading the divine message of love
If he has become dear to you above
Then so be it, but please spare him the pain
You listened to me Lord, my prayers weren’t in vain.

Oh Lord, the blessings you shower each day
Your helping hand when I stumble along the way
A million reasons you have given me to smile
Yet, it is only with my desires do I daily rile
Bless me my Lord that you fill my thoughts
And forgive the sins that over my life has wrought
I am a sinner, at your feet I surrender
Guide me my Lord that my thoughts don’t wander
And when life’s final messenger I do meet
Give me a place, Lord, at your lotus feet.