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#saviour
I don't want to live I can't find reasons I live for others entertainment to bring others smiles never for myself; but for you. Vent to me come to me tell me your problems let me make it better I'll try fix it for you even if I break in the process because my purpose is to keep others alive and when I eventually tie this rope adorned with a bow a smile will grace my face! because even if I am leaving this cruel, worthless world I've hopefully stopped someone else from doing the same.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
And for you, I present
Mind me not lord, Or the lot you heard, But me, and no else, To tell you my tale. O lord, to be me saviour, Listen to me heart, And no else the precious, To me and me gracious. Gloom upon the words, Coming out of me mouth, Trust me mind and thoughts out. Forgive me sins, no crowd, Answer upon me love, If you could let it out.
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 12:42 PM UTC
Me Lord
Syrupy cinnamon fronts the taste of blood They scoff without dignity Their rich grins devouring the cheap treat As the sun beats down intermittent No real suffering, no starvation of thousands Stand by the gift shop Our saviour wore flip flops Our greenhouse of primacy To not know anything of greed... Or of the penniless preacher who sowed a misconstrued seed
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 8:00 PM UTC
Syrup Scoff
If matador is both macho and adorer, mask and mother, Where are we in this chapter? If peace is both picador and saviour... Stepping stone and tablet... Why can’t we capture?... I know we were meant to meet us These fragmented foals, sweet strangers... So why can’t we seal us? When we know the things that make us open, closed and patient – omni-dimensional... You’re calm yet persistent, I’m a bloom that has its own blood And we’ve learnt to take it here, on the edge of premise... Chasing and charging us... Until one day we’ll free us. Like hail weather – pressure conscious.
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
Hail Weather
He comes through the clouds with power. He comes with glory; wait for that hour. My Saviour has authority. And has divine sovereignty Son of man, blessings that he will shower. I believe that he is the superpower. He that defines humanity Protects us from calamity Christ, my Saviour His believers will encounter Yes, through the clouds he will enter. I am waiting with curiosity. Truth is God's veracity. All the evil He will overpower. Christ, my Saviour
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Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
Christ, my Saviour
Crown Him, With That Crown! and those Crowns! all the rest, Crown Him! I said Crown Him! until no more, Crown Him!
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
Crown Him!
The truth and power of our faith hangs on the cross, on the height of sacrifice, on the lengths and depths Christ was willing to go from holy conception to physical resurrection from Passover supper to Emmaus meal, to fish on the beach, to the promise of a feast at his Father's family table. The truth on which we stand hangs on God made man and on us made new, all due to our LORD Jesus Christ, God's most loved Son, our loving Saviour, our once and for all time holy, acceptable sacrifice. The truth and power of our faith hangs on His cross but now stands on a rolled away stone, revealing the empty space that left Roman minds blown. The truth is, the power of God is an early riser and loves a walk in a garden whether at the dawn of time or before dawn on an Easter Sunday morn-ing. The truth is, Jesus didn't waste time, but got up early to be Mary’s before dawn guide who promptly anointed his feet in tears one more time (but he didn’t seem to mind) and she spread the news that the Truth was up and walking way before the doubts and lies got talking. She told them the truth is, there's no need to rage against the coming of the night for Jesus entered death’s domain with his pure and living light. And before sunrise, he rose in plain sight. The truth is, Jesus is the Way and the Truth and New Life and He walks with you in the early-morning Easter Light. So rise, let your song and your life glorify the living Christ and share his creation-wide invite. And tell them this truth: Jesus is Alive. And the people said in one voice, Amen.
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Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 11:01 AM UTC
The Morning Truth
The truth and power of our faith hangs on the cross, on the height of sacrifice, on the lengths and depths Christ was willing to go from holy conception to physical resurrection from Passover supper to Emmaus meal, to fish on the beach, to the promise of a feast at his Father's family table. The truth on which we stand hangs on God made man and on us made new, all due to our LORD Jesus Christ, God's most loved Son, our loving Saviour, our once and for all time holy, acceptable sacrifice. The truth and power of our faith hangs on His cross but now stands on a rolled away stone, revealing the empty space that left Roman minds blown. The truth is, the power of God is an early riser and loves a walk in a garden whether at the dawn of time or before dawn on an Easter Sunday morn-ing. The truth is, Jesus didn't waste time, but got up early to be Mary’s before dawn guide who promptly anointed his feet in tears one more time (but he didn’t seem to mind) and she spread the news that the Truth was up and walking way before the doubts and lies got talking. She told them the truth is, there's no need to rage against the coming of the night for Jesus entered death’s domain with his pure and living light. And before sunrise, he rose in plain sight. The truth is, Jesus is the Way and the Truth and New Life and He walks with you in the early-morning Easter Light. So rise, let your song and your life glorify the living Christ and share his creation-wide invite. And tell them this truth: Jesus is Alive. And the people said in one voice, Amen.
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Not joy from a bottle, but Joy in a manger. Not tied with a bow, but wrapped a lot tighter. Not dependant on snow, the turkey or gifts. But Joy that out-lasts the toys and the myths. Not under a tree or mistletoe sprig. But Joy that stays longer and seeps down deep. Not dependent on feeling or temporary cheer. But Joy from a Saviour who will always stay near. He's the Joy who outlasts.   The Joy who gifts meaning. Joy gifted from Heaven.   The true Joy of the season.
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Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
Christmas Joy
A song played by so many, Heard in infinite variations,  Violence and oblations, Beyond our mortal stations, The Triune of the universe, King and Lord of all, The worthiest source,  Insight into shining truth, Warmth and life, Enhances us into enlightenment, The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities, Oh the Triune, King of the Universe.  So many pray to be pluralists,  Hoping for pluralist babies, Praying for purple Daisies, Looking at the mobius strips, Where to even start? What wisdom there is to impart? Looking through prisms at, The bluest of contraptions, Through Goya's mixed abstractions, Picasso's representation of reality, Worked our way down the path, A room that cannot be found, A path that confuses and confounds, A sin of pride sung by the bride, Are these the stations? The death of our nations, Is it the deviations? Calvin speaks of pre-destination, Disbelief in oblation, Summaries above his station, Where is he now, what is now? Every seed upon a rock, Every foundation upon the vultures, Lacking stability to advise the manufacture, Trapped in a catatonic daze, Disguising the onward march of fate, For when time will count the date,  Rue the day when we ruminate about space, Amplified Polar neuron twitches, Passing us by with bipolar switches, Uncoupling and unhitches, Welted stitches falling apart, The fool now plays his miserable part, I know there was a room I couldn't find.  Did it ever manage to demystify? Is this how the events arrived and came by? With songs played by so many, Heard in infinite variations,  Violence and variations, The Triune of the universe, King and Lord of all, That the worthiest source,  Insight into shining truth, Warmth and life, Enchants us into enlightenment, The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities. For you are my refuge and security.
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Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 8:21 AM UTC
A Word for the Three
A song played by so many, Heard in infinite variations,  Violence and oblations, Beyond our mortal stations, The Triune of the universe, King and Lord of all, The worthiest source,  Insight into shining truth, Warmth and life, Enhances us into enlightenment, The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities, Oh the Triune, King of the Universe.  So many pray to be pluralists,  Hoping for pluralist babies, Praying for purple Daisies, Looking at the mobius strips, Where to even start? What wisdom there is to impart? Looking through prisms at, The bluest of contraptions, Through Goya's mixed abstractions, Picasso's representation of reality, Worked our way down the path, A room that cannot be found, A path that confuses and confounds, A sin of pride sung by the bride, Are these the stations? The death of our nations, Is it the deviations? Calvin speaks of pre-destination, Disbelief in oblation, Summaries above his station, Where is he now, what is now? Every seed upon a rock, Every foundation upon the vultures, Lacking stability to advise the manufacture, Trapped in a catatonic daze, Disguising the onward march of fate, For when time will count the date,  Rue the day when we ruminate about space, Amplified Polar neuron twitches, Passing us by with bipolar switches, Uncoupling and unhitches, Welted stitches falling apart, The fool now plays his miserable part, I know there was a room I couldn't find.  Did it ever manage to demystify? Is this how the events arrived and came by? With songs played by so many, Heard in infinite variations,  Violence and variations, The Triune of the universe, King and Lord of all, That the worthiest source,  Insight into shining truth, Warmth and life, Enchants us into enlightenment, The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities. For you are my refuge and security.
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My soul is slowly dying, Flesh is wriggling and writhing,  Teeth chattering and gnashing, My spirit will be no more, Who do you think can forgive you? When my form is silence, Inanimate and pale, Stone cold and  dry walls, When life is no more, Who do you think can forgive you? And see my spirit is starving, Destitute and poor, Longing for evermore, When the Earth will be no more, Who do you think will raise you? When we're laid to rest, Alone & cold, shattered bones, Present in the wind & stillness, Longing for the Lamb to witness, Who do you think will raise you? And when the Earth is renewed, Our souls & spirits rent, Long arrears now due, Will the Lamb witness you?  Who do you think will forgive you? When the world is laid to rest,  And the new Earth is brought,  As you were bought and sold,  To the Lamb, Who now owns you, Who do you think will forgive you? And your words were written, Now your words are written, And your word was flesh, Our crimes rend by your grace, I trust my life in your hands, For you purchased it, After the passion, The slaughter at Calvary, How could you forgive me?  How could an ode be written to you,  Am I just lukewarm water to you? Please, I beg of you. Hosanna in the highest.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
Your Sacrifice & Your Purchase
You never asked. For this burden. To be their salvation. To salvage the light. You grew up in the dark. Yet you never dulled your spark. They look to you for answers. They look to you for hope. You nurturer you're mind. Found another way of life. You learned long ago. Not everyone can be saved. Still somehow. You hope. You're wrong. You are a boy. You are a saviour. Finding the faintest light. To keep the spark of hope. Alive.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 9:33 PM UTC
Ekko
I was loving some o' that heat when some cool cat turned the thermostat down. Cold and grey suits batshit Britain today I watch them through the leaded lights with leaden feet all kneeling to receive some blessing, I never go, I leave them guessing as to what I'm doing and they come to a consensus that I'm stealing lead off the church roof, I forgive them; they're old and no one ever told them that lead's no longer used on church roofs. I'm off today and some say I've been off for years can anyone explain to me that when I'm off it always seems to rain on me and not pennies from Heaven either when the roof caves in and only the faithful are saved by him I'll be with her.
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 12:30 AM UTC
Learning to fly
In the darkness I was standing, Your light slowly blinding. Take my hand you said politely I held it tight, please don't mind me. Afraid of lifting, thinking you'd fall by having, my grip around your body tightly. Yet you somehow pulled me out, not fearing, the risks that were behind me. You are the one I've searched for. The one that came through. My heart is no longer a void because of you. I feel like I owe you something but you keep saying it's nothing. You are the one that says, you and I were meant to meet. It's fate, let it be How can you shine so bright in a world that's black and white. Tell me your secret and be my guide. Don't let me be behind you, let me stand by your side.
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Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 11:09 AM UTC
You are
I am a prisoner of thoughts, Fighting invisible battles every day, Some days I win and some days I lose, But I put up a good fight, I give it all in! My head is in chaos, voices of surrender, I close my eyes and call out to my saviour.. He doesn't disappoint!
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Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 6:42 AM UTC
Good fight
Broken words line these open seams A bleeding heart rests in the palm of hope You struggle to keep your hold on the ground All your stitches are open doors Ready to take in a lonely soul At the expense of everything that was yours
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Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
Doors
some things you should really think about some things you should not think about at all identifying these can be one's saviour or one's downfall
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Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 5:55 AM UTC
think about it (or not)
I close my eyes and all I see is a beautiful girl who smiles at me she's warm and cute and full of love one look at Her is not enough and so I keep my eyelids low and grin as I enjoy the show I feel Her warmth, I hear Her voice I taste Her lips and I rejoice I see few glimpses of our future the end of our loneliness, the end of our torture the Spring of love, the Summer of happiness the Autumn of cuddles, the Winter of coziness and I can't wait for that epic moment when I'll see this with my eyelids open
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
A beautiful girl
Wash us free of inequity Destroy the savage And cleanse our souls Blood that heals many Be our forever guide None is like you For you rise with glory all the time
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
Jesus
When guilt burst forth, at Menden's door We could not speak, we did not know The toll the rage of men might seek Through witless priests and burning snow That Sword was forged in Elwen's fyre With magic signs embossed in vain The power of steam in crooked lines To cleave the brows in villainous twain Thus Emnoch came to shield the world A hero's hero of countless girth The ***** of shame that numbered zero A blade arrived to state his worth This dismal feast of brutal love Will never sate a horse's tune Senescence and honor entwined in fate He ever swells that liquid boon Asunder sliced was Denzhen Yeep Just as Vile Ben wast slain The Witches Five broke on the Pile A magic Pentagon of pain But do not braise the glance of morn' We cannot love what has not hair Embrace the stench of Emnoch's glove His tale is there for you to share
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Saga of Rememorydorna: The Blades of Emnoch
Kasabay ng aking pagpikit Ang pagsilip ko sa panaginip sa aking isipan. Namumukod tangi ang Iyong kagandahan At Ikaw ang nag-iisang kumikinang sa aking paningin. Napapasilip ako Sa likod ng lahat ng napakagandang palamuti, Pagkat nariyan pala ang tunay na may-akda ng lahat. Pagkat sa kabila ng naghihiyawang palakpakan, Sa kabila ng mga ngiting bumabandera sa aking harapan -- Ang dahilan ng aking kalakasan. Pagdilat ko'y tila bukang-liwayway na, Hindi kumupas ang Iyong kagandahan. Muli kong kinapa ang aking bulsa, At muling naghagilap ng anumang umiingay sa aking kalupi. Dahan-dahan kong pinakiramdaman Ang magaspang na katauhang gawa sa pilak. At buhat sa pagkakamulat, Ay dahan-dahan akong pumikit Na tila ba sumasabay sa unang pagpatak ng ulan. Nangungusap sa aking konsensya Ang tinig **** matagal ko nang hanap-hanap. At sa naudlot na istorya sa entablado'y Nagpatuloy ang aking paghahanap. Hinahanap ko kung saan nagmumula Ang tinig **** humihele sa akin At nagbibigay galak sa puso kong Uhaw sa malasakit at pag-ibig na tunay. Nasaksihan ko ang paglisan ng bawat katauhang Kailan lamang ay nasa akin ang pagtingin, Ngunit ang lahat pala sa kanila'y Syang palamuti at hindi tunay na kabahagi Ng aking istorya. Patuloy silang nalusaw Gaya ng krayolang nilalaro ko sa apoy Noong ako'y paslit pa lamang. Na ang akala kong bubuhay sa pinipinta kong larawan Ay hindi pala sapat sa magandang imaheng Aking nasasaklawan sa aking imahinasyon. Kusa silang naglaho na tila ako'y tinakbuhan lamang At marahan akong napaluhod buhat sa aking kinatatayuan. Gusto kong magsalita, gusto kong may masambit.. Gusto ko silang pigilan sa paglisan Pagkat hindi ko ninais na mapag-isa At patuloy na mangulila sa pagmamahal. Kung pwede lang na sa gitna ng katahimikang ito'y Kaya kong marinig ang sarili kong boses. Kung pwede lang sa gitna ng aking paghihintay at pagsusumamo'y Wag muna silang kumilos at aking mahanap Ang tinig na akala kong susundo sa akin Buhat sa paglimot ko sa aking sarili.. Namukod-tangi ang boses na aking hinahanap, Naririnig ko na ang Kanyang mga yapak Na tila ba patungo at palapit na sa akin. Ngunit hindi ako makagalaw buhat sa pagkakayuko. Ni hindi ko na masilayan pa kung sino ba ang paparating. At dahan-dahan pa rin ang pagpadyak Ng Kanyang sandalyas patungo sa akin. At habang Siya'y lumalakad, Ay dahan-dahan ding nagbago ang senaryo Na aking kinalalagyan. Narinig ko ang napakalakas na pagpaubaya ng alon, Ang tunog ng kampanang magaan sa aking pakiramdam, At ang mga humiheleng tila mga anghel Na naging mitsa ng pagtatayo ng aking balahibo. "Nasaan na nga ba ako?" Tanong ko sa aking sarili. At muli kong narinig ang mga nagpupuring anghel Na tila ba walang katapusan ang kanilang galak At ako'y nadadala kung saan. Hindi ko pa rin mabuksan ang aking mga mata At wala akong masilayan maliban sa dilim Na pilit kong nilalabanan at alisan. Hinahanap ko pa rin ang tinig Nya At nais kong tanggapin ang bawat salita mula sa Kanyang bibig. Maya-maya pa'y narinig ko Ang isang pamilyar na boses na tumawag sa aking, "Anak." Habang ang aking kamay ay hawak-hawak pa rin Ang pilak na muli ko sanang itatapon sa balon.. "Anak, halika na.. sabi ng doktor, may donor ka na raw.." Sambit ng aking ina habang ako'y akap-akap Sa kanyang mga maiinit na mga bisig. Kusang tumulo ang aking mga luha At sya nama'y humagulgol sa saya. Walang salita ang sinambit naming dalawa, Ngunit ang kanyang yakap ay humigpit. At naramdaman ko ang kanyang mga luhang Dumadampi sa aking balikat at sa aking damit. At sa mga oras na iyo'y Ang kanyang yakap ay higit pa sa lahat ng yakap sa mundo Ang luha nya'y tila ba binabalot ng isang hiwagang Nagpapakalma sa aking paghihirap. Ang gaan ng aking pakiramdam, Ang saya ng aking kalooban. At doon ko natagpuan ang aking hinahanap, At sa aking muling pagmulat Kung saan may liwanag nang maaaninag, Alam ko kung kanino na ako muling lalapit pa.. Alam ko, hindi ko man nasilayan ang lahat Ngunit ang pakiramdam na iyo'y Habambuhay kong nanaisin At pasasalamatan.
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Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
Wishing Well
Kasabay ng aking pagpikit Ang pagsilip ko sa panaginip sa aking isipan. Namumukod tangi ang Iyong kagandahan At Ikaw ang nag-iisang kumikinang sa aking paningin. Napapasilip ako Sa likod ng lahat ng napakagandang palamuti, Pagkat nariyan pala ang tunay na may-akda ng lahat. Pagkat sa kabila ng naghihiyawang palakpakan, Sa kabila ng mga ngiting bumabandera sa aking harapan -- Ang dahilan ng aking kalakasan. Pagdilat ko'y tila bukang-liwayway na, Hindi kumupas ang Iyong kagandahan. Muli kong kinapa ang aking bulsa, At muling naghagilap ng anumang umiingay sa aking kalupi. Dahan-dahan kong pinakiramdaman Ang magaspang na katauhang gawa sa pilak. At buhat sa pagkakamulat, Ay dahan-dahan akong pumikit Na tila ba sumasabay sa unang pagpatak ng ulan. Nangungusap sa aking konsensya Ang tinig **** matagal ko nang hanap-hanap. At sa naudlot na istorya sa entablado'y Nagpatuloy ang aking paghahanap. Hinahanap ko kung saan nagmumula Ang tinig **** humihele sa akin At nagbibigay galak sa puso kong Uhaw sa malasakit at pag-ibig na tunay. Nasaksihan ko ang paglisan ng bawat katauhang Kailan lamang ay nasa akin ang pagtingin, Ngunit ang lahat pala sa kanila'y Syang palamuti at hindi tunay na kabahagi Ng aking istorya. Patuloy silang nalusaw Gaya ng krayolang nilalaro ko sa apoy Noong ako'y paslit pa lamang. Na ang akala kong bubuhay sa pinipinta kong larawan Ay hindi pala sapat sa magandang imaheng Aking nasasaklawan sa aking imahinasyon. Kusa silang naglaho na tila ako'y tinakbuhan lamang At marahan akong napaluhod buhat sa aking kinatatayuan. Gusto kong magsalita, gusto kong may masambit.. Gusto ko silang pigilan sa paglisan Pagkat hindi ko ninais na mapag-isa At patuloy na mangulila sa pagmamahal. Kung pwede lang na sa gitna ng katahimikang ito'y Kaya kong marinig ang sarili kong boses. Kung pwede lang sa gitna ng aking paghihintay at pagsusumamo'y Wag muna silang kumilos at aking mahanap Ang tinig na akala kong susundo sa akin Buhat sa paglimot ko sa aking sarili.. Namukod-tangi ang boses na aking hinahanap, Naririnig ko na ang Kanyang mga yapak Na tila ba patungo at palapit na sa akin. Ngunit hindi ako makagalaw buhat sa pagkakayuko. Ni hindi ko na masilayan pa kung sino ba ang paparating. At dahan-dahan pa rin ang pagpadyak Ng Kanyang sandalyas patungo sa akin. At habang Siya'y lumalakad, Ay dahan-dahan ding nagbago ang senaryo Na aking kinalalagyan. Narinig ko ang napakalakas na pagpaubaya ng alon, Ang tunog ng kampanang magaan sa aking pakiramdam, At ang mga humiheleng tila mga anghel Na naging mitsa ng pagtatayo ng aking balahibo. "Nasaan na nga ba ako?" Tanong ko sa aking sarili. At muli kong narinig ang mga nagpupuring anghel Na tila ba walang katapusan ang kanilang galak At ako'y nadadala kung saan. Hindi ko pa rin mabuksan ang aking mga mata At wala akong masilayan maliban sa dilim Na pilit kong nilalabanan at alisan. Hinahanap ko pa rin ang tinig Nya At nais kong tanggapin ang bawat salita mula sa Kanyang bibig. Maya-maya pa'y narinig ko Ang isang pamilyar na boses na tumawag sa aking, "Anak." Habang ang aking kamay ay hawak-hawak pa rin Ang pilak na muli ko sanang itatapon sa balon.. "Anak, halika na.. sabi ng doktor, may donor ka na raw.." Sambit ng aking ina habang ako'y akap-akap Sa kanyang mga maiinit na mga bisig. Kusang tumulo ang aking mga luha At sya nama'y humagulgol sa saya. Walang salita ang sinambit naming dalawa, Ngunit ang kanyang yakap ay humigpit. At naramdaman ko ang kanyang mga luhang Dumadampi sa aking balikat at sa aking damit. At sa mga oras na iyo'y Ang kanyang yakap ay higit pa sa lahat ng yakap sa mundo Ang luha nya'y tila ba binabalot ng isang hiwagang Nagpapakalma sa aking paghihirap. Ang gaan ng aking pakiramdam, Ang saya ng aking kalooban. At doon ko natagpuan ang aking hinahanap, At sa aking muling pagmulat Kung saan may liwanag nang maaaninag, Alam ko kung kanino na ako muling lalapit pa.. Alam ko, hindi ko man nasilayan ang lahat Ngunit ang pakiramdam na iyo'y Habambuhay kong nanaisin At pasasalamatan.
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A weary world, a muted cry uncertain plans and pleas denied But then a star, unearthly bright a glimpse of dawn, a new-found light The thrill of hope, a hope of promise Behold the birth of joy and solace The birth of love, the gift of life Behold a child, a born delight. The world in need calls out once more prayers for relief, pleas for a cure And then he comes, the world rejoices Emmanuel, we raise our voices His people stand, as one we sing to our Messiah, our Saviour King.
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Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
Thrill of Hope - extended version
Hazy Blurring Between the lines Fall into the cracks Forget one self Slip away into the unknown Out of sight Out of f*cking mind Recklessness almost ended it all. The world was the enemy Frozen in fear Death was the solution Death was within grasp One last kiss to end it all One last kiss, all on black Life became rebirth Life became the Savior
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Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 11:42 PM UTC
Blurred.
She said, “I wish I had done something special,” “Like saving somebody’s life.” I looked in her eyes, And simply replied, “Oh but my dear,” “You did.”
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
Saviour