How clear where you, that Saturday night.
You are so precious to me.
You shined your light on me.
Even when you knew I would fail.
You said you love me.
You said you could use me.
It's like...
all my failures are Gone.
GONE.


I held the papers that were in my hand, as I close my eyes and tears flowed down, I whispered and sang, "O, Lord. How precious you are to me...truly...really..."

That night, my heart flew open. I don't want it to close in again.
But I can't do it alone.
Stir in this generation Lord, a heart made for you, a Spirit yearning for you, a generation, self-less. Rising up to take their place.

Lord
Break my heart for what breaks yours.
Heal my heart and make it clean.
Open up my eyes to the things unseen..
Show me how to Love like you have loved me.
Everything I am for your Kingdoms cause....
As I walk from Earth into eternity...

i love You
For no reason
And then again
For every possible reason

i love You
for the clear sky
Blue – just like you

i love You
for the clouds
And thunder
Your Divine dance

i love You
for the rains
mixing with my tears
and taking them across
this crazy worldly ocean
To Your Lotus Feet
where
dissolve
My heart
And soul
From now to eternity

Dear God,

People say you understand.
But I don't seem to understand.
How could a God like you, know me?
How could a God like you, knows how is it like to be human.
A human with sins.
How could you know, how I feel?
How could you know, how fear feels like?
How could you, still love me.
I wonder. I wander.
I just want to be brave.
I just want to feel a blazed.
I just want to feel like a warrior
Just want to feel the way you want me to be.
A conquerer, you said that I am a conquerer.
But I don't feel like I am.
But you know what, sometimes,
warriors could feel that way too.
Because we are humans too.
I hope you see this letter.
Which I have sent to you.
Even though it doesn't rhyme,
I hope you would love me still....

Love, my heart.

not everything is  
just smiles and laughters
not everyone
is always happy
stop acting so happy
i know some part of u is sad
is hurt
why won’t u open it up to me
i will comfort u
i will care for u
u are not alone
i know that u always laugh and all
but are u really happy
or were those fake laughters
all those tears that are inside of u
are they drowning u
tell me something
please
i really care for u

So...
A line there, and a thing there,
A circle there, and a staircase there.
A little light here, a little dust there,
A little confusion here and there.
How is this true?
This mystery.
They say it all the time, like ALL the time...I say it too.
But I don't get it...maybe they don't too.
How do I let go.
When I can't see the light.
I am really trying to get this right.
Just don't disturb me now,
as I sit and stare in this room,
trying to figure out what, how to take up room.
So that fear and excuses have no room...

A deadly drop!
A ghastly death!
Oh gosh! How can I survive this death!?
Anxiety crashes in.
Sweat pearls welled up.
Ahhhhh......oh...hold on...
(Walk a little closer)
(Holds on to the nearest Boulder)
Oh...a staircase leading down.
Well...those are for nothing...

Called holy, all the time.
Too kind, that's my tag I wear sometimes.
More open is my friend's request.
More curses is what they want to get.

Trying to fit in, used to be my goal.
Now that left me cold.

Holding on to Rocky seas.
Trying to find ground on nothing.

Holding tight to my own hands, I used to do.
But, now I know that makes me a fool.

Silence was my armour.
Voice, was their trigger.
I used to think that way.
And maybe I still do.

My voice, triggers them to shoot me so that others don't have to be shot.
Silence was when they themselves are shot and need comfort when they know it isn't "their" fault.
When silence was their time, their space to finally unravel the war inside their minds.

Voice and silence.
When hand in hand.
Works well with his plan.