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Sometimes, I see your heavy burdens
In your arms, you carry every debris of anticipation
Your anxieties about the world
Your disappointments and failures
And apologies never received with forgiveness.

Sometimes, I see your hunger and thirst
That leads you to compare with others
Why do you lack and feel all deficiencies
And all over your face, there are tiny and big regrets
That you hoped you did your best.

Sometimes, you act in a childish way
Your words say you’re okay and you are able
But in your deepest core, I hear you shouting in tears
For all those times, you thought that I don’t even care.

Sometimes, your strength is not enough
You wear masks and declare you’re good enough
But your muscles are about to collapse
With the lapses and faults, you thought
You could easily endure.

I was there all the time —
Even the moments you’re not still
You stand too tall that you never looked back.
I was there —
When you soar so high and you made a call to others
And then you ask for comfort
But in them, you received persecution and judgment.

One night, you felt so exhausted
And you never knew that I was there
As I caught you sleeping at the table
And so I carried you in My arms
And you murmured in tears
As I showed up in your dreams.

You felt so close to me that day
And there, you have received the rest
As you acknowledge me and choose to listen to Me.


And finally, I heard from you
The most wonderful word,
“Father,” you were in tears
“It was different this time,”
You added and even declared,
“You are my confidence.”

Never will I fail you even in your loss
Never will my love grows an inch away from you
Though you run miles away
I will see you through
You will make it.


And I will be your strength
I will do it
So rest and lean on me
Rest in my finished work —
It is finished.
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If life is a journey, would you waste a lifetime?
Sometimes you wonder
Why the journey is much harder than the test itself
But instead of chaining yourself into doubt,
A voice says, “Your free in My arms.”

If life is reliant on Truth, would you trust your own?
And if progress is instant, would you value the process?
Or rather easily change your mind and say,
“This is not what I prayed for.”

When wisdom comes, it’s never by your own
When you grasp for strength but fail to hold on.
Even in your might, hope is still tight
But mercy comes in a white and silky cloak
Where there’re tears in Sky’s eyes.

Sometimes, you don't need to ask God to move the mountains for you;
But ask yourself, “Am I seeking righteousness in God
Or simply zip into pockets the whole Truth?”

Ask God for strength to intervene in your weaknesses
Ask God’s wisdom to overpower your understanding
Ask God to do the only thing He can do
And there, you'll remember God’s promises to You.
“On the mountain of the Lord, it will be provided.” - Genesis 22:14
041018

It doesn’t matter —
What other people can do,
What the world may offer,
And what the enemy can give as a deception.

Things we can count by hand don’t count as remainders
But learning to surrender what we grasp and hold on to for so long,
It does matter to God —
A beautiful exchange!

More than gifts and possessions,
More than our very own expectations
More than talents we ought to secure,
More than the strength that capable us

To move mountains and to climb another one —
In the midst of every desperation,
Still, the Giver Himself
He’s the One thing to remain.

At times we found a man not secured
Beneath the mirrors ever breaking in his façade
We see tears splintered into ashes and gray
He has no hope and his hands lack strength —
And so as we’ve sought, we are that man in the mirror.

On the other side of the vast galaxy
We saw the greatest picture the world has ever boast
And where every crippled foot and raised hands land,
There’s that Man who made His body a bread
And there, we drink as His body was raised.
0318

Whose face is it that we long to see?
That every d(r)ied bones His healing comes.
Whose face is it for the sun to rise?
That He shines so bright even to our darkest sides.

In the midst of the dark, He strolls us out
Now, whose words is it that our raging seas calm?
In the depths of the oceans, the thunder roars
But His rod becomes the correction of the soul.

Whose words is it that we call the Breath of Life?
For we died for a moment and sins were torn.
From East to West, every transgression is gone
He says, “Behold, I am coming soon.”
Psalms 30:6-7

As for me, I said in my prosperity,
“I shall never be moved.”
By your favor, O LORD,
you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face;
I was dismayed.
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