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 Jan 2016
Ysabel
I was a hopeless wanderer when we met,
My eyes were swollen from last night's tears, while Yours smiles from ear to ear,
I dont even remember if I knew you personally back then but you knew that I'm one of your lost daughters.

You crossed the space between us and offered Your hand,
You wipe my tears away and made me smile,
You said I should not fear because I have you now,
And you were right, things are better when You're in my side.

For years I tried to ask the what ifs,
But the truth is I should have started asking what is,
What is life without Your love and grace?
What is world without Your presence in any place?

It may take time before we truly meet,
But I thank you for everything.
You've been kind through out my life,
You've been loving that I cant even thank you enough.

Let me then praise You and worship You,
For when my heart was on pieces, you picked them and glued them together,
Not for me to love somebody again but for me to Love You more each day My Victorious King.
God is my King.
 Jan 2016
Ysabel
Let me take the blame of not doing what I need to do,
The time that I should have said goodbye but opted not to,
The time that I just counted cars with different hue,
And the time that I didn’t choose who’s better between them and You.

Let me take the blame of being vulnerable.
For letting my feelings be seen by everyone in the hall,
For giving them the glimpse to look at my permanent hole,
And for surrendering for You at the very last goal.

Let me take the blame of all the injustices.
All the tears of families for their lost father’s kisses.
All the wives who grieves for their husband’s wrongful deceases,
And all the dreams we planned that now slowly ceases.

Let me take the blame of being prideful,
Moments that were passed to ask for forgiveness and be mindful,
Moments to set aside self-reservations and be humble,
And moments to let go dreams and believe that Your plan is more beautiful.

Let me take it even for the last time,
Feel the pain that You’ve bare and make it mine.
Because I know that You’ve been there for me till the end of line,
Watching and taking the blame so that I can be fine.
he is too good that he takes the pain we should have felt.

— The End —