poetry
frees the soul
that
give us
wings of gold
and
the
words that we hold
if the eyes
never sleep

Dear reader,

Have I mastered the art of being sad, making my everyday living slumbering in dreamland fantasy?  Then my reality is in wintry weathery moments that I feel numb from too much cold. Is isolation my best buddy for the mean time? Well those questions will remain in this journal, to immortalize the moment of my depressing situation.

I brought up the transparent duct tape in placed always for people to see the lively image I pretend. Sometimes I’m tired of the choices and expectations I created. Though I never regret all of them, I just find them depressing for often times I wonder did I really make an awful choice.  Still at the back of my mind I fantasize a positive outcome of all those.

Wisdom grows as you aged, Maturity becomes you and Changes have eaten you. Now I wonder did I totally embrace reality or my life in tune with negativity. Despite all this, I will surely survive and live up to the choices I created. Someday I will surpass this in time.

            Thank you for reading…

Your friendly neighbor,
w.Pax :(

Today, tell your soul: His grace is sufficient.

In my weariness, His grace is sufficient.
In my brokenness, His grace is sufficient.
In my failures and fears, His grace is sufficient.
In my storms, His grace is sufficient.
In my illness, His grace is sufficient.
In my loneliness, His grace is sufficient.
In my hopelessness, His grace is sufficient.
In my weakness, His grace is sufficient.
In my hurt, His grace is sufficient.

Oh grace, oh that grace.
I am a sinner, He is my Savior.
I should die but He took my place.
I was saved, He was tortured.
Oh grace, oh that grace.

Oh grace, oh that grace.
Bruised and broken,
tears and blood on His face,
He suffered all the pain.
Oh grace, oh that grace.

Oh grace, oh that grace.
The King of kings was hung and nailed
on that cross, for my case
my Holy God was mocked and jeered
Oh grace, oh that grace.

Oh grace, oh that grace.
I once was lost,
followed my own ways.
and now I am found
Oh grace, oh that grace.

Oh grace, oh that grace.
I don't deserve all of these
The love, the joy,
and the forgiveness,
All He did and all He went through.
It was grace.
Oh my saving grace, oh that amazing grace.