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Faces seems happy
Yet there's an absence of joy
The ingredient was lacking
And life then, tastes sour
There is bitterness in some heart,
False hope and false belief.

The first became their second
The best turned to be the better,
But he was still the same,
The first and the last,
How patient he is, for us all.

I found myself seeking him
And there's a fruit --
A joy in the midst of the storm.
Worries flew back into debris of time
My shield was his strength
And so **I can smile back.

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"In the beginning.."

Life sprouts, life blossoms
In the Manual of Life
You breathe unto the dust
And so bodies took shapes
And were crafted with Your embrace.

You rescued us, brought restoration
Your uttered promises,
Always kept.
We learned to trust,
To value the beginning
But there it is,
An unending ending.

"It is finished.."

Your blood was the colour of our soul,
Hearts undarkened, DNA shared.
Our sinful spirit, You cast out
And so the story has just begun.

Our parchment, we not know
Even the curves or the linear,
We've never drawn
But the art of your unmoody grace
Now an artifact of entire being.

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Who we are is greater than who we were
And what I am is greater than what I was
To look with "Your Past"
Is to envision "Our future"
And so sin lose its power,
It cast no butterfly effect.

Tell us the stories You've wrote
Engrave in us Your pure heart and soul
Heaven calls as Your voice do so,
And so we **answered back.

Your eyes be given to the Great Beholder
His days are your thousand years.
You are but a breath;
But here I am, to stretch out
Every pile of your foundation.
Only by grace, never will you be pit-slipped.

Let darkness be not proud of itself
I have come to bring halt those terrors
Even those rebellious thoughts of yours
All together, they’re leeches to your soul;
I will arise your soul instead,
Only if you let me change your heart.

I never am distant, let me hold your life;
You can breakthrough the dark in defense
I’ll arise with His Light, w/ the Heaven’s army
And we shall meet as my Kingdom come.

Bright is the moon; impure are the stars
But you are ever-special to me
Never had your course be shifted
By the Throne Beholder.

I’ve known you very well,
Truth, I give to You
I am your Blood Donor.
You breathe, “Yahweh”
For I have restored our entity.

Never will I leave my heritage,
Coz you are my heritage,
And inside of you is a living generation.
You are more than my life; you are my life.
*Only, will you allow me be your life?

My heart beating, my soul breathing
I found my life when I laid it down
Upward falling, spirit soaring
I touch the sky when my knees hit the ground

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The shower held me in wrestle
With the waterfall of grace
I saw my hair strands tiptoeing
As if the King's blood
Rejuvenates my entity.

I was oppressed and seared
By the world's shampoo of pain,
And a pinch of branded conditioner
Deceiving my hispanic lifestyle.

I wore no make up nor my fave mascara
And never have I tried to fake my lashes
But sometimes, my clamor becomes so fraud
I was so ashamed with my martyr side
I no longer know myself.

My eyes speaks the flames of my soul
It keeps dashing those pixelized scenes
And all I ever wanted was to be consumed
That ashes will be my destination
It's pretty inhumane *
To have a huge termination.

Life in it's middle
Was the slash-and-burn portion
At first, *I took few steps
In order to learn faith by heart.

Then later on,
I got blundered and fluffed
But the Small Voice within me
Has pacified the other voices.

I never meant to suffer like this
I found my blind spot,
Yes, I did search it
Coz if not, never will I know
That He can unwrap me
From the warpage
Of real aesthetics with purpose.

It's not me at all,
But it should not me neither,
I was caumoflaged by grace.

And no matter how deep the cuts are,
No matter how drained my blood is,
I will still choose persistence
And even the world's deadliest weapon,
Those tunnels of disgrace
Shall no longer breakpass my *foundation.