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The foundation was laid
And I was named to be a building —
Dignified by the strength of my Master’s identity
And nurtured by His love that will last forever.

I played a role of hide and seek
And the long years built me
Where my facade dealt the beauty of the dust.
And the ashes of my ancestor
Were the old pieces of the bigger masterpiece.

A sculpture was born but it was unfinished
The lens of my Master was more than a promise,
And I aim to be whoever He wants me to be.
His burning arrows pierced me from within
Changing me as He leads me to the still waters.

There’s no wasted time in His loving arms
And yet I fall short of his glory from time to time,
Turning from left to right,
Side by side failing like a falling debris
But still, He picked me up from the dust.

I used to think that a building owns itself —
But it’s a revelation of time
Reminding me that I am not well-maintained
In the shadows of my own strength.

The sand of time even worshipped the rising Sun
And so here I am — waiting to be built again.
And if I am to spend another life
Then I would not waste a lifetime away from Him.

081216

Saturday --
My 5.5 hours trip was full of intense prayer,
All the time, I tried to hold my heart.
It was thumping in minutes unknown,
For I have no words to tell you.

We faced each other
After months of changing routes.
And then, we uttered tears to Heaven.
I had a glimpse of you,
So you'll know it's really me
You're talking to.
But deep within,
I hide the tears
Of months of pain
So sweet as vain.

You drove me home,
With clueless words
With cheerful emotions.
You stayed,
For it wasn't a closure
But a second chance.

Sunday --
I know we heard the same preaching
Of forgiveness and pain.
Of experiences that cast out fear,
Of true love, more than earthly's paints.

I tried to search for you in the crowd
Just wondering if you're not gonna hang up.
I went home, without your goodbye.

Monday --
I felt the Spirit's conviction
And so I get my phone
I was praying that you answer
So that words will be bound home.

I found my words too straightforward,
Now we just have to let go.
To stop this crazy feeling,
For love was not yet home.

I passed by with memories
Of the past hurt and the new restoration.
I thank God in my heart.
But I was still hanging,
As I wait for your word.

All the time I've been waiting,
My feelings got confused
And I wanna hold on to us.
I became a beggar of love,
Though I beg Him to take this love.

I thought you were gonna fight for me,
But you let go so easily.
In a moment, I was in tears
And everything was shuttered in me.

I was crying all the time,
Praying that you'll stay.
My heart was a stone
But God held me so tight
And in the end, calmed my soul.

Tuesday --

I cried over and over again
I was in total shock of pain.
Drowning with regrets of letting go.
What was in my mind
That I did set you free?

I cried countless tears
I was torn into something's not me
But I found myself searching for answers...
Searching for Truth to set me free.

Wednesday --

I woke up in Heaven's rest
As if the pain was all gone.
As if it's all done.

The Lord has comforted me
The Lord became my refuge.
He took away the pain
And love me as who I am.

Days of mourning have ended
My soul dance with waves of blessings.
I am blessed to undergo pain
For grace and love have brought me home.

Thursday --

The Lord has granted me peace
He has destroyed every weapon
That I may live by His grace
And live life as He had lived.

I was born again
Again and again
And day by day,
He utters, "Rest, my child."

And so I sing a new song
To laud my Lord
With infinite praise.

071623

Wise are those who win their battles
Not because their strength
Is the same fruit of their labor…

Wise are those who win others
Not by their words
That affirm one’s nation,
But winning them
From the beginning
Until the last breath of their days.

May mukha ba ang pag-ibig?
May boses ba siya?
Yung may arok na isigaw ang nadarama
Yung patas ang silakbo ng damdamin.

May mga paa ba ang pag-ibig?
Na kayang lakbayin maging siglo na ang usapan
Yung walang kapagalan sa kabila ng distansya.

May hangganan ba ang pag-ibig?
May pinipili ba?
Sa gintong kutsara at sa nagdarahop
At maging uhaw sa pagkalinga.

Buo ba ang pag-ibig?
O hindi sapat na umiibig lang?
Dapat bang manlimos ng kapalit?

Ang pag-ibig
Tila nga lumang salita
Tila nga may anino sa bawat madla
Bagkus, ito'y patapong ibinabahagi.

Nasaan nga ba ang halaga?
Kung mismong mga kataga'y
Nawawalan na rin ng sariling katauhan
Kung saan ang mensahe'y gumagapang na
Pag-ibig nga naman.

071816 #03:35PM #Rob

Every glimpse makes a poetry,
With no words to express,
Sometimes, it tells the story.

Never did I imagine
That I'll write you a love song,
Then words meet their infinity
Until I wasn't able to count every page ripped.

And when my heart was about to drown,
Even in dreams, I had some thoughts of you --
Of you, telling me to fly,
Head held high
To see glitters of blued sky.

And so I asked the Author,
"Is this true love?"
"Is it worth waiting for?"

Seeing you
Is a picture of my future.
Being with you
Would be an ultimate mixed emotions,
I waited for too long,
Until the ending became a new beginning.

And if it's really love,
Never would I want to unlearn it.
It's more than just crazy emotions,
More than feelings disguised.

With this, my faith says,
"I trust the Author,
And that makes me love you more.
I love you coz He first loved me."

081721

Pikit-mata kong inaaninag ang liwanag
Na dumarampi sa aking mga pilik-mata
Habang bahagyang nagbabadya ang pagsirit
At pag-agos nang marahan
Ng pawis na pilit kong ikinukubli
Sa bawat pagtiklop ng hapon.

Walang oras o segundong hayag
Sa kung papaanong paraan ba aahon ang Araw
Na tila ba kaytagal kong hinintay na bumangong muli.
Ni hindi ko magawang lumapit
Sa mga sinag nitong hayagang yumayakap sa akin
Na para bang nais Nitong hingahang muli
Ang buo kong pagkatao.
Hinahagkan ang bawat pagbugso ng aking pulso
Buhat sa kawalang ulirat sa katotohanang
Minsang kumatok at pinagbuksan.

Nagbigkis ang lahat ng mga mandirigmang
Walang ibang hiling
Kundi sumapit ang takdang araw
Na ilang beses binuhol-buhol sa kalendaryo
Gaya ng pag-aabang sa muling pagsindi’t pag-ulan
Ng mga bulalakaw sa langit
At may iba’t ibang kapaliwanagan.

Nagliwanag naman ang kurtinang nagbibigkis
Sa hagdanang patungo sa kaluwalhatian
At sa pastulang aking minsang sinuklian
Ng Kanyang mga balak
At pinagtaniman ng mga binhing nagbunga na ngayon
At akin nang inaani nang may galak.

Dumudungaw sa lente ng aking mga mata
Ang aking pagkataong binihasan ng liwanag.
At tunay ngang ang mga luha'y papawiin
At wala nang ibang maibibigkas pa kundi
Papuri't pagsamba sa tunay na nagmamay-ari
Ng kaluwalhatiang habambuhay na aakap
Sa panibagong mundong nagtapos na ang kadiliman.

"Bubuksan Ko ang kalangitan,
Maging ang buong kalawakan,
Masilayan mo lamang ang laan Ko para sa'yo.
Tamasahin mo ang kabuuan ng Aking presensya
At ang pag-ibig Kong alay na inihanda ko para sa'yo.
Ang piging sa Aking pagsasalo'y hayag sa buong sansinukob
At ang lahat ay nais Kong makapiling sa Aking pagbabalik.
Ang hamon ng buhay ay siya ring susubok sa'yong katapatan
Kaya't wag kang matakot na waksian ang mga kamaliang
Iyong kinasanayan at ika'y magpasakop sa Aking kaluwalhatin.
Ang lahat ng Iyong mga narinig at nakita'y magliliwanag
Sa pagsapit ng itinakdang oras..
At sa iyong paghihintay ay patuloy kang lumakad
Sa landas kong laan para sa'yo.
Patuloy **** ipalaganap na ang Aking kaharian
Ay bukas para sa lahat,
At ang dugong dumanak
Buhat sa Aking bukod-tanging Anak na si Hesus
Ay siyang nakasuklob sa'yo sa iyong laban.
Tanggapin mo ang regalo Kong Banal na Ispiritong
Syang gagabay sa'yong mga pasya't
Magbibigay kaliwanagan sa mga bagay
Na tanging pang-langit lamang.
Ikaw, kayong mga tinawag Ko'y sama-samang humayo,
Ipalaganap n'yo ang liwanag sa madilim na sansinukob..
At sa Aking paghuhusga'y gagawaran Ko
Ang lahat ng aking mga anak
Na hanggang sa huli'y nanatili, nagpasakop
At kumilos ayon sa Aking mga Salita't mga utos.
Ang pag-ibig Ko'y sa iyo.."

Volunteers, PSGs, Staffs
Executive Directors
And higher task allocators.

People pass by
Mic's were off
Facade was the banner of hope.

Voices all over the provinces
All with the same goal
Rightly urged with own reasons.

Two faces were present
Painted with grimace
Or with broaden smiles.

The screening was stern and severe
Camera rolls on with Level 2
"Next," "Give me another song"
The voice sounds no roughs of plead
A voice pushing rivals
To their very own frontiers

I was startled
So this is how they do it
Selection, great screenings
There're expectators
There're hope hurtles
*Dreams will sooner be pulled of.

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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.

031620

The world needs to shout to be heard.
At first, we hear peace, contentment, success,
Joy, unity, encouragement, and love.
But all together,
It’s no longer the sound of music.

No longer about our plain existence
But of greed, power, abuse, hatred, or clamor.
But there’s always a greater Voice
Who keeps on knocking into our hearts
And that Voice needs to be heard.

In the silence of the world,
There’s a Voice that chooses to speak life —
The Voice that weighs one’s soul,
The Voice who rebukes and confronts,
And The Voice who saves and forgives.

And You are most heard...
I hear You as You whisper,
Not like the other days
When day shifts find no break.

Not when I was relieved
By doing well in life,
And not when happiness
Seems like a plunge of cola in my throat.

I hear You when I call on Your Name —
When I am on my knees shaking,
Begging for answers.

When I am rejoicing and in my excitement,
I choose to tell You first
What’s written in my heart.

I hear You as I stop crying
As I learn to surrender it all
To Your Name,
Jesus who’s ever so powerful.

I hear You more
As I wait for Your turn to speak
When I was so desperate
With my crazy but true faith in You.

I hear You more and more
And it feels like there’s a fire within me,
Like the days of Abraham in the burning bush.

And it feels like Your provision
Is already in my hands,
Like Elijah being fed by the angel
When he felt he was all alone.

It feels like having a new name
And a new beginning,
Like Jacob being Israel as You called him to be.

It feels like I am back to my confidence
That there’s nothing to harm me,
Like Daniel witnessing the lions being tamed.

It feels like I am walking into deliverance,
Like Moses and the Israelites
Walking in the parted Red Sea.

It feels like everything the enemy has stolen
Will soon be restored,
Like Job’s restoration of life.

In this pace of life,
In the first to third months,
You’ve reminded us of one thing:
That one of Your love languages
Is to whisper —
You whisper coz You’re near,
And so we’ve nothing to fear.

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My heart feels the clouds —
So warm and yet so heavy
It’s as if I’m pondering
About the next visit of its bleeding.

I’m incomplete
With those, I’ve considered as variables
For a long time ago —
Devastated with lots of foolishness I entertain,
And I’m stuck with the utterance
Of who’s waving the white flag.

Without a single thought,
I mock myself over and over again.
Within my pillows,
I shed and saved so many tears
As if I’m gonna earn from it one day.

From time to time,
I check the beating of ng heart
If I’m still on the track
That once paved before me.

And I shiver
With those old pictures of yesterday
So old yet so new —
And I can feel my genuine gladness.

At this very moment,
I can feel Your healing hands in our wounded world.
You died for us to live
And living in such a time like this is a challenge of faith.

I can see Your desire raging from above,
I am soaring high like an eagle humbled by You
And no matter the altitude I am battling in,
No matter how heavy my burdens are,
I can see myself victorious in Your might.

I may not be able to finish this race perfectly,
But I can say, Your perfect love has completed me.
That I know to whom my soul belongs
And it is not for this world but for You alone.

Who am I that You see me now?
Who am I that You still see me worthy to be died for?
Oh Lord, Your mercy is undying
Your grace overflows and it’s unending.

The world may fade its glory
But there You are, like an unstoppable incense within me
Your greatness, let it be seen in me
And whatever I do, may it bring You glory.

For I am nothing without You,
My boasting is only up to the end of my life
But when You humble me down,
It brings me to eternity
And forever, I can settle and rest with You.