Trip To Downie Institute Of Biblical Studies - Poem by Queeny Gona
On the arcade of Main square with a sweet name
VRC: a crisscross road in Nellore
Stood tall Downie Hall, a biblical institute
Offering theological courses – BTH takes 4 semesters to complete
But it is a course simple take for sample
Far-famed preachers train their disciples' brain
First among the preachers, Reverend G. Peter,
Far the best one with his spirited teachings
Covers the oceans of topics vivid such as:
Pauline Epistles, foundation of pastoral ministry,
Worship, preaching Pastoral care and counseling in full fledge.
On similar lines with matching brain, K. B Jaya Kumar,
Spread the light of the God with his word
Tunneling the foundations of Indian Church History
Enriching the trainee’s with deep knowledge:
On Non Pauline Epistles, Theology, and Christian Ethics!
Parallel by virtue, similar in worth a great preacher
Mr. Emmanuel Prasad enhanced
His explanatory and demonstrative skills
Making the seminars very lively on topics;
Life and Ministry of Prophets, Study of Psalms etc
Piously pure person with equal fame: Mr. Y. Mani Rao Garu
Threw light on major religions of India
As well; the religious movements; Emphasizing
The work of Jesus Christ/ Holy Spirit,
Aiding us to understand the mystery of Trinity
Followed by: Mr. David Livingstone Garu
Gave a crystal clear picture; Of Life and Ministry of Jesus Christ,
Paul’s Ministry; Further book of Acts been split into three parts
To focus deep on devotions; Apart from them
Christian Leadership is upheld!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
My sincere thanks and gratitude to Mr. Harindhar Reddy (A fellow poet on PH and best friend of mine) who helped me in edditing the poem and for giving life to my musing!
Above all I thank my LORD JESUS CHRIST for blessing me with the special gift of writing poetry!
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