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I raise my white flag
A signal of surrender
The confession was at first hard for me,
Too hard for me
To let go of the things
That once became my false gods.

I went in front
I left the crowd
I don't care what they may say
I don't care if they judge me
But I know, Someone is calling me.

There, I found myself
With two hands raised to Heaven
I closed my eyes
And knelt to show humility.

The Spirit break out
I can feel His presence
His power took control of me.

I speak Your name
I was shouting over and over again
I can't control the voice in me
I felt that I was tore into two
It's my voice, but it's not me.

I cried out so loud
I can't control my tongue
I heard myself uttering foreignly
As if I'm alienated with a great power.

A new song was written in my heart
And my soul sing
I felt I had just escaped the dark
I saw the Light, even if my eyes are closed
There was a bright Cross in front of me.

Jesus, You then are King!
I love You!
Everything was fresh in me, I could even write and tell what happened in details. I really owe God for that great experience in my life. It was a "Boom," an experience that changed my life. It happened last year, October, when we had a National G12 Conference here in the Philippines.

I really felt how powerful the Holy Spirit is, and when He comes down, surely, everyone will feel Him. I actually don't know who the Holy Spirit was, but after that moment, I was totally.. ugh.. I don't know. But I really long for that kind of encounter. Even before, I had that "Holy Jealousy" with those who speaks in tongues or could feel the Holy Spirit. But really, it was the best moment in my entire life.

To tell you the truth, that altar call was for those who have ****** sins. I never heard to whom that call was for, but just what I've said I felt I should come and go in front. Ever since I was in Grade 5 (10 y/o that time), I had my habitual sin. Yeah, I did that thing of "*******." All the glory to God, that I have the courage to say it now. It took me years to be freed from that grip of Satan in me.

Okay, to make the story short: I already renounced it and again, thank You Jesus!

Well then, that was my first time to experience those works of the Holy Spirit in me. And since I'm human, many times I'm tempted to do the same sin. The truth is, many times I failed the Lord, but indeed at the end, it was His unconditional love that would break me into pieces and that would tell me, "Child, that's enough. Come to me."

I dunno what I'm actually saying right now, but all of these are due to what He has done to me. Right now, I just feel comforted by the Lord. I ain't perfect but He has chosen me to be His child. I love You Jesus, forgive me for the way I think earlier. In Jesus name, I claim forgiveness and hail You, Amen.
Ang pag-ibig
Hindi parang load
Hindi yan nauubos
Wala sa tindahan
Hindi inuutang.

Ang pag-ibig
Hindi parang gasoline station
Na daraanan mo lang
Na paparkingan mo
Pero iiwan mo
Pag nakuha na ang gusto.

Ang pag-ibig
Hindi parang kalsada
Na malawak pero tatapak-tapakan
Na aayusin at mas mapapansin lang
Pagka may lubak na.

Ang pag-ibig
Hindi parang payong
Na gagamitin mo lang
Para sa pansariling proteksyon
At itatago pag hindi mo na kailangan.

Ang pag-ibig hindi yan sasakyan
Na daraan sayo at hindi mo mapapansin
Na bubusinaan ka
At wala kang tamang pandinig.

Ang pag-ibig
Minsan makukumpara mo
Sa kung anu-anong pumupukaw ng atensyon mo
Minsan kasalungat
Ng kung anong nakikita mo.

Hindi mo na lang mapapansin
Nandyan na pala,
Eh kaso lang, ang layo ng tingin mo
Naghahanap ka pa,
Eh nasa harap mo na pala.
Habang nag-aabang na mapuno yung tricycle sa kanto, nang makauwi na rin.
A heart
if at peace
gives life
to the *body
Though altercations of a secessionist sound stern,
Their minds are stuck and never learn.
Through a disabled rebellion their built,
Words designed to deplete one's self are spilt.
Although it's said consummation executes in the leaning vice of the secessionist,
The desecration becomes the birth of the segregationist.
The segregation of closed mindedness with those of the voice.
The voice has sculpted our worlds obedience choice by choice.
The voice has seen demons at their best and angels at their worst,
There is a reason why this world hasn't burst.
You see, our world is seen through a lens,
This lens doesn't defy our worth and script the uncleansed.
It simply sets a standard for the closed minded to follow,
The voice, doesn't have a standard to follow, this voice makes the lens for those left to follow tomorrow.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved

Don't be a product of society's system. Be unique and become a Voice.
Tatlong bituing* patungo sa *Norte
Sa Silangan at Kanluran
Ang dugong hindi bughaw
Kalayaa'y sagisag.

Nagdadalamhati ang Perlas
Pagkat ito'y tanyag
Sa sari't saring anumalya
Pawang sa pulitika't
Maging sa simpleng eskinita.

Tuwid na daan ang sabi ng Hari
Itong kaibigan ko nga
Pumaskil pa sa Facebook
"Tuwid na daan patungo sa kamalian."

Maulop ang daan patungo sa katuwiran
May limitasyon sa bawat miyembro ng lipunan
Kasapi rin tayo sa eskandalong may hithit
Uhaw nga sa salapi, sirang plaka naman.

Kinalakhan ko ang dungis ng bayan
Nasanay na lang bagkus tuloy lang ang pangarap
Sabi nila'y tatsulok ang patakaran
Ang mayayama'y tataas
Mahihirap ay *
lulusong sa putikan

Mayroong tama sa bawat nasaksihan
Ngunit hindi ko maitatangging
Ako'y kasapi ng masalimuot na kasaysayan
Ngunit kung tanging mali
Ang pupukaw sa paningin
Aba't wala akong mararating.

Mahirap na nga
Makitid pa ang isip
Mayaman na nga
Hindi pa nasusuka sa kurapsyon.

Batu-bato raw sa langit
Bagkus ang tamaa'y sa lupa rin ang bagsak
Tayo na't sumulong
Pagkat ang giyera'y walang urungan.

Walang nararapat na panigan
Pagkat ang tama'y
Hindi na dapat pinag-iisipan
Kung ang prinsipyo nati'y
Lalang para sa kaluwalhatian
Nasisiguro ko, ito'y may magandang patutunguhan.
Wala akong maisip. Wala lang. Sulong Pilipinas
Alila syang sakal
Tila nasa hawlang nasa labas ng sinapupunan
Naghihikahos sya
Humihingi ng tulong.

Tinawag ko si Tatay
Pagkat ako'y manikin
Wala sa ulirat
Habang sya'y nasa piit ni Kamatayan.

Pilit syang pumipiglas
Sa pira-pirasong tabla
Nakaririndi ang tinig
Hindi marunong kumalma.

Tayo'y nilalang na may isip
May katinuan
Hindi kailangang pumiglas
At panay ang laban.

Minsan, kahinaa'y malalasap
Ba't hindi huminto?
Hindi ito pagsuko, kaibigan
Ito'y paghihintay
Paghihithit ng lakas
Na kahit saglit
Ang buhay ay mahingahang muli.
Naiinis ako kay Teddy (ang Tuta naming mukhang Teddy Bear, malaki ang mata na parang si Keropi), pilit na papasok sa bahay at kaawa-awang maiipit. Buti na lang andyan si Papa, buhay pa siya haha.
A life in Christ is new and pure.
It is new as a white sheet, as fresh snow
Pure as the light, the lamb’s wool, the sun’s glow.

But the old life lingers; we battle ourselves.
And sin reminds us of our inherent darkness:
Every stolen pen and cheated test,
The sleepless nights of a lustful mind
Or the greed of our own open indulging mouth
Words like ice, hate, ******, lies.

But a life in Christ is new and pure.
His grace is sufficient, and his power is perfect.
He molds us, and prunes, burns and removes,

Changes anew.
This is from a collection that I wrote with another writer from church. We had a concert with spoken word in the mix :) This is one out of the 13 or 14 that we wrote together. Enjoy! :)
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