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Lion Nov 2016
What a man can't see
What I feel inside
What I can't touch

What I feel inside
It like stars

Shining far far>>
Where I can't reach physically
Where I can reach mentally

What I feel inside
What a man can't see

Me guy
Me guy
Me guy...
Me guy it me I feel what man(human) can't see or touch.
Physically(body)
Mentally(Mind/Feeling)
  Jun 2016 Lion
WendyStarry Eyes
It is ever the Holy Spirit’s work to turn our eyes away from self to Jesus; but Satan’s work is just the opposite of this, for he is constantly trying to make us regard ourselves instead of Christ. He insinuates, “Your sins are too great for pardon; you have no faith; you do not repent enough; you will never be able to continue to the end; you have not the joy of his children; you have such a wavering hold of Jesus.” All these are thoughts about self, and we shall never find comfort or assurance by looking within. But the Holy Spirit turns our eyes entirely away from self: he tells us that we are nothing, but that “Christ is all in all.” Remember, therefore, it is not thy hold of Christ that saves thee—it is Christ; it is not thy joy in Christ that saves thee—it is Christ; it is not even faith in Christ, though that be the instrument—it is Christ’s blood and merits; therefore, look not so much to thy hand with which thou art grasping Christ, as to Christ; look not to thy hope, but to Jesus, the source of thy hope; look not to thy faith, but to Jesus, the author and finisher of thy faith. We shall never find happiness by looking at our prayers, our doings, or our feelings; it is what Jesus is, not what we are, that gives rest to the soul. If we would at once overcome Satan and have peace with God, it must be by “looking unto Jesus.” Keep thine eye simply on him; let his death, his sufferings, his merits, his glories, his intercession, be fresh upon thy mind; when thou wakest in the morning look to him; when thou liest down at night look to him. Oh! let not thy hopes or fears come between thee and Jesus; follow hard after him, and he will never fail thee.

“My hope is built on nothing less

Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness:

I dare not trust the sweetest frame,

But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.”
Lion Jun 2016
JESUS my all in all,
A soldier who died for me & you.
A soldier who has fallen for me,
My life.

JESUS the Son of GOD!

A son who sacrifice His own life
For my life, our lives, to be free.
Free indeed from evil things.
JESUS is a soldier, a good soldier,
Who cares so much about
Me & you!
He died for me... JESUS died for us!
GOD gave up JESUS for us, His only Son, to show us the love He has for us.
Lion Jun 2016
If I could exercise a little freedom
Which will make me
Gently taking your hand, to speak in
Loving whispers while
Looking deep, deeper into your eyes.
Maybe my heart will stop and stop
This shaking I feel alone...

Oh maybe I am wrong, that I'm a
Faithful lover, who often could
Not sleep thinking of You,
And sometimes left the company of
Others just to be alone.
But you showed little respect for
Him... for me, and never returned
His love.

Sometimes, I wish to wear the mask
Of love, mask of JESUS, so you could
See or feel the light of love
Which appeared to me,
Oh yes me.

But why should I do so?
Cause GOD loved you more then
I do and He gave you His only
Son JESUS who loves you better
Then I do,
Here in this crazy world. But I'm sure I love you much to hurt you,
Your light smile, your great beauty
Which seemed to break like
The light of the sun in the east.

I wish could say 'I love you'
But it all confusing.
"And now abide faith, hope, love, these three, but the greatest of these is Love" (1 Corinthians 13:13).
Lion Jun 2016
Nobody enjoy dry people
Not me, guess not you
Dry places belong to dry people
Dry people belong to dry places
Dry people never find
Time to smile,
To love,
To greet,
To enjoy,
Nor to beauty.
Dry places belong to devil
Ain't dry places belong to GOD
Ain't dry people have time
For you, for me, for GOD.
Dry places belong not to waters,
Waters belong not to dry places,
Free indeed belong to waters,
Waters belong to free indeed,
Water is life
Dry not life.
Dry places nobody enjoys,
Nobody enjoys dry places,
Nobody enjoys dry people,
Dry places belong not to
Poetry heart.
Dry places are destinations where you never find peace, like dry people are sad, unhappy so nobody enjoy been around sad people. Not me, I guess not you.
Lion Jun 2016
All Has Been.....


All has been left behind
All has been past behind
All has been forgotten behind
All has been left invisible
All has been left out there
All has been nothing now too you
All has been me the mistake now
All has been spread out
All has been hate speeches now
All has been joyless
All has been missed
All has been heartless now
All has been me left thoughtful
All has been history
All has been...

*This poem is about two long ex-lovers, a guy takes out his hurtful feelings which he has no words but 'All Has Been.....'

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