കല്ലോലമാലി പോൽ ആർക്കും ദൂതഗണം
ചേരും ആക്കൂടെ ഞാൻ പാടും നൽ ഗീതങ്ങൾ
വീണ്ടെടുപ്പിൻ ഗാനം നാവിൽ നിന്നൂറവേ
ദൂതരെല്ലാം മൗനം സ്വർഗ്ഗേ എൻ ഗാനം താൻ
"Like a million tides in the ocean, the angels will shout your praise
I will also join them to sing unto you the songs of grace
And while the hymns of redemption ooze out from my lips
Oh! all those angels go silent, my song alone vibes the heavens".
It’s a stanza from a poem depicting the poet's earnest desire to join the heavenly chorus to sing praises to the king. The situation is post-earth-life. And he is sensing yet another astonishment of the angels when he starts singing hymns of redemption. When he sings those blessed love of an almighty god who discarded everything, even his being god and emptied himself to incarnate as flesh. Lived as man, suffered hunger, pain and insults and finally died a death which was the most painful and humiliating; all to redeem the poet. And the angels, millions of them, just shut up. All those archangels, those masters of the orchestra, those mighty warriors of light, those elders and every heavenly creature stood silent. In awe, in appreciation, in admiration. This will be the final one of a series of surprises which those heavenly beings underwent from the foundation of the world. And this final surprise is all the more powerful and interesting because there they will see the whole plot getting unraveled. They will realize the question why which was haunting them from the beginning of times.
In the beginning god. And from nothing he called out everything. Everything including the heavenly beings and the earth and everything on it, except...except man. Those angels got the first shock when god, the almighty, the omnipresent stooped down on a dust ball suspended in emptiness. He came down on this earth. And out of dust he molded these human forms. Breathed life into them and called them man and woman. Those angels couldn’t understand. Couldn’t the god do all these with a wish of him mind. Can’t He create man also like he created everything else in this universe; by a word? But god chose to do it this way. And the angels wondered why.
When that snake crawled down the tree. When Adam and Eve feasted on that fruit. Oh! I am telling you that the heavens shivered. They knew the creator well. They knew that the laws were to be obeyed and not played around. They knew it because they have seen it in action. They have seen how one of their favorite archangels was banished out of heavens when he just rebelled. And they knew the end is near for god's most favorite creation. And the end is certain. And they wondered why god would go to such pains to create man just to kill them so soon. Why?
Oh! When, on that eve, god walked down on that garden, all heavens went silent. Awaiting yet another judgment on "ye shall die the day ye eat this fruit". And they watched... and they watched... and alas! They got another shock when god just let those feeble man live. True that man was cut off from those godly privileges; but yet was alive. Why?
Angels got yet another shock when one day in heaven god asked: "Who shall go? Whom shall I send?" and god answered: "Here I am, I have come; it is written about me in the scroll". Oh! I tell u the heavens shivered. When god emptied himself of all divinity, when he confined himself into a feeble helpless fetus inside the womb of a feeble human female. When god walked on this dust and surrendered himself to the laws of nature which he himself set. When god, as a child ran around the streets of Nazareth, when he got hurt while falling down, when he cried for milk, when he was hungry and longed for bread. Oh! Those angels just couldn’t understand why.
When the son of man cried in the garden on Gethsemane, the angels stood confused. But they were yet to get the shock of their life. when the king of kings and lord of lords stood there before those petty court of puny humans, when he remained silent to all their insults and abuses, when a bunch of human dust declared god guilty to be crucified, when the man of sorrow dragged that long way with a heavy cross paining his back and an even heavier heart sinking his soul, when they laid him of a rugged cross; a cross made out of wood he created, when they drove down those pointed nails through his flesh, when he was hung there between the heavens and earth, stark naked save a thorny crown, blood dripping from every inch of his flesh, blood gushing through that rugged wood making a red pool around the foot. Oh! The angels. All the eyes of the universe were focused on that tiny spot on earth. But when the god of the universe cried is the loudest of voices: "My Father, my Father, why have you forsaken me", all those angels would have said "Enough!" and turned their gaze to look at the Father. They were sure this cannot go any more. They knew how much the Father loves the Son. They have seen it. They have felt it. And now they looked at the Father to witness the great miracle finishing mankind and delivering the son.
And a miracle indeed happened. On the face of the father, was an even difficult and heavy battle going on. On one side was his only begotten son; the almighty god, the reason for all existence, the most obedient one who in the gist of a moment emptied himself of everything to obey the father, the son of man. And on the other hand there was me. me, manu. There was me on the other hand. Dust of dust. Created in sin, sin incarnate. Never obedient, never faithful, always rebelling against god, abusing god at the fall of a hat. The angels couldn’t understand why should there even be a selection between these two. There was nothing in favor of me. And it is not that god has never punished also. There under those rings of fire are those angels who were once the glory of heaven.
There on that moment of history, those heavenly beings got the shock of their life. When “the boundary lines fell for me in pleasant places.” When god the father turned away his wet eyes from god the son who was hanging as a rotten piece of flesh on the rugged cross of Calvary. when god the father made his ears dumb to the agonic cry of god the son, when god choose to love manu more than god himself. There, oh! The whole heavens, the whole universe stood in awe, shivered and could not even understand a bit of it. When god the father accepted that cruel death on the wooden alter as a pleasing sacrifice and sealed the fate of humanity by the words "it is finished". when the son perfected the new way on that cross and opened the gates of heavens for all humanity to get in and feast with him, when the almighty god ordered the angels to sing the songs of a lamb which was slained, exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name; those angels couldn’t understand what was going on. But they sure realized something serious is going on. These humans must be so real precious to god. And they all eagerly waited for that special day when I will sing those hymns of redemption of a lamb who was slained in my place. Then and then only they will come to realize why. Why god went to such extremes of pains and sufferings to recall those feeble looking specks of dust.
And do you know how anxiously they looked forward for my birth. Oh! manu who was bought by those precious blood on Calvary, manu whom the god almighty loved much much more than his own begotten son, he is gonna be born. And I was born. But a man out of sin I was born. Flesh incarnate I was born. The angels knew that was natural; but let’s wait till he realizes the light and walk the new path. And grace was shown to me. That mighty cross overshadowed my sins. That man of sorrow who was hung on that rugged cross like a bunch of flesh was overwhelming to my whole self and I broke down, accepted Jesus as my lord and savior and I was saved. What a joy. What an assurance.
But a man I am. Flesh of flesh. Little did my old man leave me. With all these knowledge of love, with all these provisions of grace, with all these authorities on heaven and earth, with all these inheritance of riches and grace; again did I sin. Again did I betray him, again did I abuse him, and again did I backstab him. With my life I made a mockery out of cross. With my intellect I belittled the heavens. And on each of those moments, I am sure that those angels looked at the face of my heavenly father. They were all asking: "what is going on?" "Was all those torture and shames for this?" "Was it to save such an unworthy creature that the lord of lords stooped down so low?" "Was it to redeem such an unthankful speck of dust that the god almighty emptied himself of himself?” and my father. My almighty father would just smile. I can see that smile. The smile of a defeated father. The smile of a heavy heart which is so tiered of loving me. The smile which pleads if only manu didn’t do that. A smile which whispers that yes I still love him!
Oh! Abba father! I am so sorry. So deeply sorry. Here I am and here I stand. All my life is before you. All my follies lie naked before your eyes. The ways which I betrayed you, the moments which I backslided, the bruises which I inflicted upon you. Father, u also knows that in spite of all those, I love you. And here I come father, just as I am. To tell you; with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my being, that I love you.
With every breath of my heart, with every inch of my life, with every iota of my flesh, father I love you. And I will sing this beautiful hymns of praise, this beautiful story of my redemption as long as their is voice in my throat, as long as their is breath in my chest. And even after that. Oh! With these eyes of flesh I may see you coming down in the clouds. Or with these ears of faith I may hear your voice calling off, “Oh! Yee sons of man, come over.” And there I will stand. On that beautiful shore. I will enter your gates. Those mighty gates of heaven. I will join those millions of angels and sing praises to the king. I will shout with them "Holy Holy Holy is the Lord". And when, and when I take up this beautiful hymn of redemption on my lips. When I start singing how the king of Judah became a lamb that was slained, how me, which was nothing but a speck of dust now stand amidst the heavens and sing praises to the king. And yea, when I sing those beautiful hymns of redemptions, those millions of angels will go silent. They cannot sing with me this special song. There they will understand why. Why god planned the heavens and earth in such a way that I will stand their one day and sing this praise.
But even then, this one question will remain in my lips. Even when I stand there with my full heart, full soul and full eyes, I will still struggle with this question: "But why me Lord? Why me?"
ചേരും ആക്കൂടെ ഞാൻ പാടും നൽ ഗീതങ്ങൾ
വീണ്ടെടുപ്പിൻ ഗാനം നാവിൽ നിന്നൂറവേ
ദൂതരെല്ലാം മൗനം സ്വർഗ്ഗേ എൻ ഗാനം താൻ
"Like a million tides in the ocean, the angels will shout your praise
I will also join them to sing unto you the songs of grace
And while the hymns of redemption ooze out from my lips
Oh! all those angels go silent, my song alone vibes the heavens".
It’s a stanza from a poem depicting the poet's earnest desire to join the heavenly chorus to sing praises to the king. The situation is post-earth-life. And he is sensing yet another astonishment of the angels when he starts singing hymns of redemption. When he sings those blessed love of an almighty god who discarded everything, even his being god and emptied himself to incarnate as flesh. Lived as man, suffered hunger, pain and insults and finally died a death which was the most painful and humiliating; all to redeem the poet. And the angels, millions of them, just shut up. All those archangels, those masters of the orchestra, those mighty warriors of light, those elders and every heavenly creature stood silent. In awe, in appreciation, in admiration. This will be the final one of a series of surprises which those heavenly beings underwent from the foundation of the world. And this final surprise is all the more powerful and interesting because there they will see the whole plot getting unraveled. They will realize the question why which was haunting them from the beginning of times.
In the beginning god. And from nothing he called out everything. Everything including the heavenly beings and the earth and everything on it, except...except man. Those angels got the first shock when god, the almighty, the omnipresent stooped down on a dust ball suspended in emptiness. He came down on this earth. And out of dust he molded these human forms. Breathed life into them and called them man and woman. Those angels couldn’t understand. Couldn’t the god do all these with a wish of him mind. Can’t He create man also like he created everything else in this universe; by a word? But god chose to do it this way. And the angels wondered why.
When that snake crawled down the tree. When Adam and Eve feasted on that fruit. Oh! I am telling you that the heavens shivered. They knew the creator well. They knew that the laws were to be obeyed and not played around. They knew it because they have seen it in action. They have seen how one of their favorite archangels was banished out of heavens when he just rebelled. And they knew the end is near for god's most favorite creation. And the end is certain. And they wondered why god would go to such pains to create man just to kill them so soon. Why?
Oh! When, on that eve, god walked down on that garden, all heavens went silent. Awaiting yet another judgment on "ye shall die the day ye eat this fruit". And they watched... and they watched... and alas! They got another shock when god just let those feeble man live. True that man was cut off from those godly privileges; but yet was alive. Why?
Angels got yet another shock when one day in heaven god asked: "Who shall go? Whom shall I send?" and god answered: "Here I am, I have come; it is written about me in the scroll". Oh! I tell u the heavens shivered. When god emptied himself of all divinity, when he confined himself into a feeble helpless fetus inside the womb of a feeble human female. When god walked on this dust and surrendered himself to the laws of nature which he himself set. When god, as a child ran around the streets of Nazareth, when he got hurt while falling down, when he cried for milk, when he was hungry and longed for bread. Oh! Those angels just couldn’t understand why.
When the son of man cried in the garden on Gethsemane, the angels stood confused. But they were yet to get the shock of their life. when the king of kings and lord of lords stood there before those petty court of puny humans, when he remained silent to all their insults and abuses, when a bunch of human dust declared god guilty to be crucified, when the man of sorrow dragged that long way with a heavy cross paining his back and an even heavier heart sinking his soul, when they laid him of a rugged cross; a cross made out of wood he created, when they drove down those pointed nails through his flesh, when he was hung there between the heavens and earth, stark naked save a thorny crown, blood dripping from every inch of his flesh, blood gushing through that rugged wood making a red pool around the foot. Oh! The angels. All the eyes of the universe were focused on that tiny spot on earth. But when the god of the universe cried is the loudest of voices: "My Father, my Father, why have you forsaken me", all those angels would have said "Enough!" and turned their gaze to look at the Father. They were sure this cannot go any more. They knew how much the Father loves the Son. They have seen it. They have felt it. And now they looked at the Father to witness the great miracle finishing mankind and delivering the son.
And a miracle indeed happened. On the face of the father, was an even difficult and heavy battle going on. On one side was his only begotten son; the almighty god, the reason for all existence, the most obedient one who in the gist of a moment emptied himself of everything to obey the father, the son of man. And on the other hand there was me. me, manu. There was me on the other hand. Dust of dust. Created in sin, sin incarnate. Never obedient, never faithful, always rebelling against god, abusing god at the fall of a hat. The angels couldn’t understand why should there even be a selection between these two. There was nothing in favor of me. And it is not that god has never punished also. There under those rings of fire are those angels who were once the glory of heaven.
There on that moment of history, those heavenly beings got the shock of their life. When “the boundary lines fell for me in pleasant places.” When god the father turned away his wet eyes from god the son who was hanging as a rotten piece of flesh on the rugged cross of Calvary. when god the father made his ears dumb to the agonic cry of god the son, when god choose to love manu more than god himself. There, oh! The whole heavens, the whole universe stood in awe, shivered and could not even understand a bit of it. When god the father accepted that cruel death on the wooden alter as a pleasing sacrifice and sealed the fate of humanity by the words "it is finished". when the son perfected the new way on that cross and opened the gates of heavens for all humanity to get in and feast with him, when the almighty god ordered the angels to sing the songs of a lamb which was slained, exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name; those angels couldn’t understand what was going on. But they sure realized something serious is going on. These humans must be so real precious to god. And they all eagerly waited for that special day when I will sing those hymns of redemption of a lamb who was slained in my place. Then and then only they will come to realize why. Why god went to such extremes of pains and sufferings to recall those feeble looking specks of dust.
And do you know how anxiously they looked forward for my birth. Oh! manu who was bought by those precious blood on Calvary, manu whom the god almighty loved much much more than his own begotten son, he is gonna be born. And I was born. But a man out of sin I was born. Flesh incarnate I was born. The angels knew that was natural; but let’s wait till he realizes the light and walk the new path. And grace was shown to me. That mighty cross overshadowed my sins. That man of sorrow who was hung on that rugged cross like a bunch of flesh was overwhelming to my whole self and I broke down, accepted Jesus as my lord and savior and I was saved. What a joy. What an assurance.
But a man I am. Flesh of flesh. Little did my old man leave me. With all these knowledge of love, with all these provisions of grace, with all these authorities on heaven and earth, with all these inheritance of riches and grace; again did I sin. Again did I betray him, again did I abuse him, and again did I backstab him. With my life I made a mockery out of cross. With my intellect I belittled the heavens. And on each of those moments, I am sure that those angels looked at the face of my heavenly father. They were all asking: "what is going on?" "Was all those torture and shames for this?" "Was it to save such an unworthy creature that the lord of lords stooped down so low?" "Was it to redeem such an unthankful speck of dust that the god almighty emptied himself of himself?” and my father. My almighty father would just smile. I can see that smile. The smile of a defeated father. The smile of a heavy heart which is so tiered of loving me. The smile which pleads if only manu didn’t do that. A smile which whispers that yes I still love him!
Oh! Abba father! I am so sorry. So deeply sorry. Here I am and here I stand. All my life is before you. All my follies lie naked before your eyes. The ways which I betrayed you, the moments which I backslided, the bruises which I inflicted upon you. Father, u also knows that in spite of all those, I love you. And here I come father, just as I am. To tell you; with all my heart, with all my soul and with all my being, that I love you.
With every breath of my heart, with every inch of my life, with every iota of my flesh, father I love you. And I will sing this beautiful hymns of praise, this beautiful story of my redemption as long as their is voice in my throat, as long as their is breath in my chest. And even after that. Oh! With these eyes of flesh I may see you coming down in the clouds. Or with these ears of faith I may hear your voice calling off, “Oh! Yee sons of man, come over.” And there I will stand. On that beautiful shore. I will enter your gates. Those mighty gates of heaven. I will join those millions of angels and sing praises to the king. I will shout with them "Holy Holy Holy is the Lord". And when, and when I take up this beautiful hymn of redemption on my lips. When I start singing how the king of Judah became a lamb that was slained, how me, which was nothing but a speck of dust now stand amidst the heavens and sing praises to the king. And yea, when I sing those beautiful hymns of redemptions, those millions of angels will go silent. They cannot sing with me this special song. There they will understand why. Why god planned the heavens and earth in such a way that I will stand their one day and sing this praise.
But even then, this one question will remain in my lips. Even when I stand there with my full heart, full soul and full eyes, I will still struggle with this question: "But why me Lord? Why me?"
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