Category Archives: Bible

You Make Me Beautiful

 

Even through my tears,

When you kiss my tears away,

And you call out my name

In the storm of this desert,

You make me feel beautiful

And make me want to believe that I am

Even with the scars and bruises I have,

As you open my eyes more from this darkness

And gently hold my hand;

Covering my weaknesses

With your strengths –

And how I see the sun through the storm,

And dance with you and for you

In the sunlight that wraps around me

As the rain gently comes down

To these forests of sands

And washes them away

Along with the stains on my soul –

And here I am to say that you are my Jesus;

Here I am to say I am yours alone

For all I need is you,

And I will run with you

With nothing wrong with me –

Joyful.

4/9/16

 

Love borne silently in the heart is hard to bear,

I miss you and think of you,

everyday it seems.

My heart is bare, you can see myself in my eyes.

I know now what the whispers of being sick

and weak with love now mean

because that is how I am now,

but not many see that –

I may be the only who can see that,

despite my eyes may be closed.

 

But love is a burden I am willing to carry –

my hands to be bound with love,

to love others, not just you, I am willing.

Ropes of kindness and love, I’ll be lead by.

I will plow the hard ground of my heart,

the stubborn stone that can be in my heart,

to plant seeds of righteousness

to harvest the crop of love,

along with the flowers that grow;

patience, and kindness, and joy in the truth,

perseverance, faith, and hope – in time, –

having fully again, a tender heart that responds

and a new spirit in me.

 

A/N: Hosea 10:12 (NLT), Hosea 11:4 (NLT), Ezekiel 36:26 (NLT), and 1 Corinthians 12:4-8 (NLT and KJV). These were verses in the Bible that I read over and over again, helping me write this poem. This is just something that has been on my heart for a long time.

 

 

 

 

I See You; June 17, 2015

A stranger to these parts,
I am;
Lord, give me directions,
Your commands
for I am utterly lost
without You.
. . .
A child with no discipline,
now here I am –
in Your presence,
a child of Yours
receiving
Your much needed discipline.
. . .
A daughter homesick
for a world
that she has never seen;
homesick for You;
but I know when I wake
one day,
I will see you, face to face,
and be satisfied.
. . .
A longing inside her
to fully
see what she has only but
glimpsed;
a longing to taste what
she has only
but tasted a little.
. . .
This yearning for home
that will be
fulfilled when You
call me
home, and I sit on Your lap;
I wait patiently for You,
Papa;
I’ll see You, and only You.
. . .
I see You,
and only You.

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This was inspired by the God, by the Bible, and how I felt and feel deeply. Inspired by the book of Psalms – mostly on Psalm 119:19.
I hope and pray that you all have a wonderful day today, and happy belated Father’s Day to those who are fathers!

{Fairy-Tale]

I apologize for a bit of language in it, but for some reason I felt that it needed to be written in the poem. But again, my apologies for a bit of swearing.
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{Fairy-Tale}
I.
We live in one huge fairy-tale,
but some of us think that fairy-tales
don’t exist and that they’re full of lies,
because more than one Prince Charming
or more than one princess who lied,
has broken our fragile, beating hearts.
II.
Life can be like a raging, tearing dragon,
breathing down burning fire on us,
but sometimes you have to conquer
what you think you cannot conquer;
dousing the fire with water and riding the dragon,
holding the sword that was given to you.
III.
Sometimes our golden shoes or glass slippers
don’t have to be because sometimes,
our calloused feet or our plain clogs
are our glass shoes or golden shoes;
because not all those were remembered and walked in our world,
wore something precious or even wore something on their feet;
the greatest man wore peace on his bare feet.
IV.
Riches are now silver, gold, coins, jewels and paper money
instead of love, faith and peace, family and the breathless
moments that steal our breaths; the beauty of life –
forgotten, fading behind the sound of our broken, crying hearts.
What happened to the innocent laughter that burbled
from our beautiful mouths that birthed fairies to existence,
when we first came into this world?
V.
‘No happy ending, happy ever after, happily ever after, or happily after all
because this is a modern fairy-tale if fairy-tales are even real,’ someone says;
this modern fairy-tale filled with cold beds as hard as stone,
wedding rings thrown on the ground with vows thrown in the wind,
people only staying with each other for the better not for the worse,
children hiding from the tears that crack them slowly and screaming
from the nightmares that demons give them at night.
VI.
‘Fairy-tales are full of sh*t, crap, lies, mere fantasies’
says the song ‘Payphone,’ that I listened on YouTube
but I beg to differ; I disagree –
what if the lies are the lies
that you spin around yourself like a web
like a spider does everyday of its life?
VII.
Your once upon a time may not
have had a happy beginning, but it’s your own story
and the beginning is always the hardest
and the beginning doesn’t tell the whole story – it’s the ending that does;
and I swear on my life that everything will be okay in the end.
VIII.
I know the roses in the vase are drooping,
turning brown from despair and fear
and the sadness that falls from the corners of your eyes;
I know that the tears are our golden staircases
and the fire from the dragon is burning, charring our hearts
and that glass is our precious jewels, cutting our hands
and that the thorns from our barriers are piercing our skins;
and I know it sometimes seems like the Villain is winning,
but I promise – I promise that our Hero is coming,
that our Knight in shining armor on a white horse is coming.
I promise we’ll have a happy ending in the end
because our hero is already here, he’s just still coming.

The Joy of the Lord Is my Strength

“Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth. Worship the Lord with gladness; come before him with joyful songs. Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise; give thanks to him and praise his name. For the Lord is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations.” Psalm 100:1-5

Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” Nehemiah 8:10

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I feel like jumping up and down for there’s this joy inside me. And the joy that I’m not sure how to explain is not the only thing in me, there’s this awe and holy fear and many other things that the only way I can explain and that makes sense to me is that what is in me is clenching my heart. Would it make sense, if I said and believed that God is clenching me in His loving grip?

I feel love and holy fear and awe and joy and peace  and a tinge of sadness moving in me, and I don’t want God to ever let go of his hold on me; and I don’t think he ever will. For I am his child. I am his adopted child that he loves and cares for despite the many mistakes I’ve made and the holes and ruts that I’ve fallen in and fall in.

Some days, I’ll think of myself and tell God, “Just let me go. I can’t do anything. Look at me. I’ve fallen in holes and ruts and sometimes still do and I make mistakes.” Though, I tell that to God, how many times I don’t know, he doesn’t listen to me and he still loves me and forgives me and does so much more. And though, I sometimes say and think that, I think deep down I don’t want him to do that. No, not think. Know.

I know that I don’t ever want him to let go of his grip on me for nothing can ever separate me from and his love. And today, I feel like laughing out-loud. I feel like running outside barefooted, racing winter. I feel like doing cart-wheels or tumblings as I used to call them in the Philippines and seeing if I can do twenty tumblings.

I feel His peace and holiness and love and joy and a holy fear and awe for him and a thankfulness to him; and just so much more. The joy of the Lord is my strength.

I hope and pray that all of you have a wonderful day and so on in God’s name! 🙂