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They bloom without question,
Then vanish in rhythm.

No one ever sees the final surrender,
Its quiet return,
The sky’s last tear—
The ground’s soft ache.

But fall is not a loss—
It is rest,
A pause,
A stillness
Holding the shape of return.

While Love, unnamed,
Waits in the marrow of time,
Ready to rise
When nothing expects it.
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How would you like to keep your heart?
Tell me.
Taken by the world?
Or settled...
in your truth,
your real identity?

'Cause listen—
Many walk around hollow,
No sensitivity in their speech,
Throwing words like daggers
Never stopping to see who bleeds.

The hurt...
Yeah, yeah—
Hurt people hurt people.
But let me tell you something—
In this world?
In this real life?
The hurt…
still get hurt.
Again.
And again.

And they’re tired.
Tired.
Of trusting—
Just to lose it all
All over
Again.

And then act like
Nothing.
Ever.
Happened.

They carry that pain—
But it ain't just pain,
It's trauma
From way back—
Childhood days
Teenage haze
And all those late-night,
"What if I had…?"
conversations
They never say out loud.

Worries for tomorrow?
Yeah.
Stacked like cages
Inside their chest.
Each breath—
A protest,
A plea,
A whisper that says:
"Please… let it stop."

But still…
They breathe.
Not ‘cause it’s easy.
Not ‘cause it doesn’t ache.

They breathe
‘Cause deep down—
Somewhere in the cracks,
Where the light still gets in—
They believe.

Believe that maybe,
One day,
The tears that fall in silence
Will finally be seen.

And someone,
Somehow,
Will wipe them away—
Gently.
Like they matter.
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I sink in the vast oceans of grace,
I wait for You, my Lover,
The One who loves my soul,
My Redeemer who lives and reigns forever.

Even the elders bow before You,
Their voices lift in endless praise, singing, "Holy, holy, holy,"
A symphony that never ceases—
We were created for one purpose: to worship You eternally.

Beautiful are You,
And beautiful are all Your works.
You are the Light that guides my path,
Never ignoring a single cry of mine,
You answer and comfort, holding me close in Your embrace.

In my victories and my deepest distress,
You are always present; You are my rock, my foundation.
You have built my life upon a solid foundation,
And written my name in Your eternal Book of Life.

I wonder, what could the Heavens truly be like—
Without You, could they even be called Heaven?
I gaze at the sky, searching,
But when I look within my heart,
I find You already there, dwelling within me.
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Papuri at Pagsamba —
‘Yan ang alay ko Sa’yo aking Ama.
Dalisay ang ‘Yong Pagsinta,
Balewala ang lahat ng mga nagniningning
Sa kalangitan, maging sa buong kalawakan.

Ikaw ang Hari at nag-iisa Ka,
Wala Kang katulad,
Walang kapantay —
Ni walang kalaban
Pagkat siya’y Iyong tinapakan na,
Ginapi ng Iyong kapangyarihan.

Ikaw ang nangingibabaw,
Sa puso kong walang ibang hangad
Kundi ang Iyong presensya,
Ang Iyong kagandahang
Balang araw ay masasaksihan ko rin.

Kusa Mo akong binabago
Maging ang bawat tibok ng puso ko.
Damdamin ko’y higit na sa mundo,
At wala akong ibang nasilayang
Mas maliwanag pa Sa’yo.

Ang linaw ng Iyong intensyon,
Hindi Mo itinago ang Pag-ibig Mo.
Na kahit saang lupalop ng mundo,
Nahahanap Mo ang puso ko
At nakikita Kita —
Nang napakaganda.

Kakaibang pakiramdam
Na hindi ko naranasan sa iba.
Sinasamahan Mo ako,
Sinasabayan.
Pero nauuna ang Iyong mga hakbang,
Ang mga yapak ****
Kapayapaan ang hain sa aking pagkauhaw.
At Hindi Mo ako binibitawan.

Ikaw ang Aking Ama,
At ako ang Iyong anak dahil kay Kristo Hesus,
Ang yakap Mo’y sapat sa bawat araw,
Ang mga Salita Mo’y lakas ko sa maghapon.

Akala ko nga noon,
Sa’yo akong uuwi
At Ikaw ang magiging pahinga ko.
Pero kahit pala wala pa ako
Sa Tahanang sinasabi Mo,
Ay nandito Ka na sa akin.

Ginawa **** Tahanan ang puso ko,
Na dati ang mundo lamang ang laman.
Hindi ka lang isang bisita,
Nanirahan ka pa sa Akin
Na noong una’y hindi ko maintindihan.
At sobra-sobra ang binago Mo
Sa loob kong inaanay at inaalikabukan.

Wala na akong nagawa pa,
Bumitaw na ako sa mundo,
At sinalo Mo ako.
Ikaw na ang bahala sa buhay ko.
Sa’yo na ‘‘to at sa’yo na ako.
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A whisper, suspended,
in the breath of time—
You call me to pause,
to drink in Your beauty,
a nature unbound,
shifting through the veil of now.
Creation dances in Your eyes.
I am left undone,
consumed by wonder.

You pull the thread, stop.
The path, unwritten,
crumbles beneath my feet,
I stumble, without Your hand.
But there, in the space
between my breaths, You claim me.
How wondrous to be Yours—
in the pulse of life, a child in Your care.

Your voice, a ripple, “Go.”
The signal— clear as silence,
a knowing beyond knowing.
Peace not in the answers,
but in the stillness of surrender.
Joy blooms,
wild and untouched, when I listen.
When I obey, I am reborn
in the endless song of You.

Written in Your palms,
not just my path—
but the heartbeat of purpose,
carved in eternity’s skin.
I wait, unspeakable,
for the moment we meet.

In this breath,
I release my trust—
unfurling like an ocean,
no storm too wild,
no arrow too sharp.
Your love—
a masterpiece in fragments,
abstract, infinite,
a canvas that has no end.
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Paanong ang mga bulalakaw
Ay kusang nagpapaubaya?
Mahuhulog sa lalim ng gabi
Dawit ang liwanag nitong taglay.

Sumapit ang ika-dalawampu ng unang buwan
At pumipisan pa rin ang mga mata
Sa lilim ng Kanyang kagandahan.
Ang yaman ng pag-ibig ay bukas sa lahat,
Sa palad Niya’y kakapit pa rin
Maging ang may tangan ng mga sandata.

Sa wakas at hindi na muling mauubusan pa
Ng hininga ang gabing walang himpil sa paghikbi.
Hindi na muling pipikit at hahawi sa dilim
Na nagbabakasakaling masaklawan nito
Ang Ilaw na papawi sa kanyang pagkabulag.

Ilalantad na ang sarili
Na para bang ito na ang huling paghinga.
Hindi na iaantala ang panahon,
Ngayo’y oras ay hindi na kalaban pa —
Ngayon ang tugon nya‘y “oo”
Pagkat ang bukas ay wala nang pahina.
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I remember the moments
whenever I see your face,
whenever I speak your name,
or when I wander into places
where it felt like you were there.

When you brushed the baby hairs from my cheek
and whispered, "You're worth it."
When you held my hand,
leading us to pray with words,
"Lord, we don’t know why we’re here."

When you sent me verses,
effortlessly sharing encouraging reels,
when you called and told me stories
of how God had moved in your day.

When you knew how to calm me,
your voice, a soothing balm,
leading me away from noon’s harsh sun
so I wouldn’t be scorched by its rays.

When peace came so naturally with you,
and I imagined you as the father of my children,
never giving me cause for doubt or jealousy,
telling me, "You're the most beautiful in my eyes."

The sweetest things are found in the smallest details,
but you gave up so easily,
even after promising to wait,
even after saying you'd never stop praying for me.

But I guess those days are over,
and I have my own regrets.
I was too afraid to let go and choose you,
so you became the man who got away.

I hope you understand how much you meant to me,
how real it all was.
I only wish I had known—
before it was too late.
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