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By (assurance) of Grace

On Judgement of Value

Food for the world on a gold plate
Something so small has so much weight
For who can weigh eternal life
And who can say that life has a price
This world will rate and measure
Criticize and place you at its leisure
But the Lord uses a different system
Jesus took our place as spotless victim
He looks into the heart of hearts
Where the human soul resides
He moves past even the locked parts
To find where the treasure lies
He sees beneath the surface. Hidden,
Lies untapped potential; something more
And from the depths it has risen
Like waves to crash upon the shore
Who can know the mind of God
Or understand God's actions?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
How beautiful we must truly be
For God made us in His image
And so dearly loves you and me

“Do you think we’ll ever be ok?”, she asked

“Depends what you mean by ok”, I replied

She then, gave me a look that spoke a thousand words and said, “okay”.

Every good time turns into bad
just like every day turns into night.
Every time we think things are getting better
they take a turn for the worst.

Sometimes when you’re in the deepest pit of darkness
that feels like it will never end,
all you need is one thing.
You need that one assurance
that you’re going to be okay.

If you look to God,
he gives you that one hope.
He has already saved you
from the darkest pit you could ever imagine.
He is your light at the end of the tunnel,
and he gives you eternal life
when you think you can never wake up again.

Him: fall for me, l will catch you
Her: why
Him: Because that's what super heroes do

I was wondering if there would be a chance you would contact me and talk about what had happened to us, that maybe we could see each other and maybe by then I’ll have what I need－closure. Maybe by that, I could find acceptance and finally say that this is the reality and I have to face it. But I know it won’t happen. I know you, you should have done it earlier, at least?

I’m still waiting for your message. I’m still holding on maybe we could work this time again or maybe we could sort this out but I know that the more I try to connect with you, the more painful it could be since you already cut me off from your life and I don’t want to become selfish to your decision. To be honest, everything is still not clear to me. Maybe because I didn’t get the answers I deserve, that I still lack your explanations to the point I’m wanting to see you so we could settle this out, and maybe by that I could finally have the courage to say my last goodbye. I’m wanting to see you－ to make sure you’re okay, to hug you for one last time, and to tell you I’m thankful for everything.

Maybe we could see each other again, for the last time. And maybe by that, I would finally feel the freedom and assurance that it’s over.

It’s the assurance of petrichor after rain
that makes me believe in rainbow after pain.