With love to my god-son, Jeff
I know you will find it tough
Better you tie it to your waist
So that these will not go waste
Be the hay stack that was bed
For infant Jesus at cattle shed
Be the manger that gave space
To His birth which gave grace
Better be one among the cattle
That greeted Him without battle
Hope to be the water blushed
Turned to wine as He blessed
Be the bread that He multiplied
To feed the hungry multitudes
Do not be the crown of thorn
That for the lost He has borne
Don’t try ever in life to betray
Your Lord and then go astray
Deny not Lord to evade trouble
Be under His feet like a pebble
At moments, to make a choice
Heed not to the crowd’s voice
At trials wash not your hands
To deliver Lord to evil bands
Rejoice to be His sandal strap
Get His sermons in your grasp
For your Lord better be the colt
Than to be the flavourless salt
Do fight for what you feel right
Always try hard and be bright
Be heedful always to your God
And be with Him in every mode
My advice, here, I’ll wind up
To these I wish you do bind up