Berapa lama ku terjatuh Tuhan
dalam dosa yang sangat besar
merobek sampai didalam hatiMu
Yesus selamatkan jiwaku

aku slalu melihatMu bersedih
atas apa yang telah ku perbuat
rubah hidupku, angkat hatiku
selamatkan jiwaku, Yesus

Betapa besar, Cinta kasihMu Tuhan
mengubah sluruh hidupku dengan sentuhan manisMu, membuatku mengerti
hanya Kau yang mampu.

Dan saat aku tenggelam, dalam semua keresahanku, Dengan pelukanMu, Tenangkan hatiku,  membuatku mengerti, hanya Yesus yang mampu.

Pernahkah kita memikirkan, bagaimana cara Maria melahirkan Yesus
P i k i r k a n l a h....
Ya...benar sama seperti manusia, seperti seorang ibu yang melahirkan
Menahan sakit dan berpeluh
Tak seorang dokter ataupun bidan membantu
Hanya tangan Tuhan, Sang Allah Bapa yang memberikan kekuatan
Menopang dan dapat menjalankan persalinan dengan sempurna

Maria seorang perawan yang tidak pernah melahirkan sebelumnya
Melakukan kehendak Tuhan seperti yang sudah dikatakannya:
"Jadilah kepadaku seperti kehendakMu"
Berserah ditanganNya, diantara kesendirian dan kemustahilan
Berseru kepada Tuhan:' KehendakMu Tuhan kulaksanakan!"

Jadilah kita seperti Maria pada jaman ini
Berserah akan kehendak Tuhan
Walau jalan tak lapang, walau rintangan tak kurang
Tetapi tanganNya tak pernah melepaskan kita
Pelukkannya tak pernah kurang kehangatan
KasihNya yang selalu menyertai
IMANUEL...

found in Styron's darkness visible... he survived auschwitz... but said adieu to life: by throwing himself down a flight of stairs.

millennial, generation y, huh?!
    also called the:
bearable heaviness of non-being...
   say: survivors of auschwitz,
and apart from Kundera,
i'm fudged into this stealth-culprit
     hangover...
   and when i speak the native tongue
i use double emphasis...
everything suddenly becomes italic...
    gówno... or ****... teutonic: gavron, ja,
ich habbe schtabbe ga ga, magpie on
              a licky-sticky schtaisse:
vroom bog-tie boom boom...
   everntually language is just that:
   magnifique sounds, mein herr,
    be that a cello i hear?
                      nada... mindlessly i too
  feigned a farting brigadier, farting into
       a brass horn: worth a gingerbread /
pumpernickle        marching rhythm.
yes, double emphasis in the native...
kosz (koš)... bin...
    trza błagać... błagać!
        o śmierć... beg for death...
             but hetman cossak said *smerc... and it
sounded altogether better.
   a household argument,
   after prawn-pasta was cooked throughout
an afternoon of general bewilderment:
        a heap of pebbles makes more sense
than the Orion constelation...
              given the mathematical approach
to the situation, and subsequent mapping...
   because they really did drop a bomb on
Hiroshima and Nagasaki...
                and that's why 21st creativity
is trapped in a hamster's routine...
    karaoke is standard...
                         this insissting plagiaristic zeitgeist!
so i said: you really think you conquered
yapan?            jesus, je suis, zeus, yesus, jamaican
                              jah jah *** buck...
      rasta root mon, rasta root.
    battered and bruised...
               someohow this whole dating scene
passed me by...
                     and what happened to me aged
21... is strangely becoming the norm
                       of giving the circumstance:
  i can't remember being of any age, particular.
  the quicker argument would coincide with:
    give me a machinegun, and march me into
a Latvian forest...
                   because, right now, it's
a scenario of being coerced into donning a leash
   or more like a leech,
                         and an afternoon spent
pulverised by a pneumatic tsunami
                     of adverts... calling it a job done,
with a siberian brew: cow juice in
                       tea...
                     liquid werther's original.

i miss the sunrises in the morning
and the stars at night
i miss the weather there
and the sights

i miss the *****
Caleb would always collect
the hammock we played on
and all that

i miss the sand in my toes
and the rolls of the shore
i miss the company i had
dolphin
octopus
stingray
lobster
shark
turtle
whale
they're like family now, that's a fact

i miss singing in the afternoon
that continued along at night
some sing-along we did
praising God, with all our might
i miss the laughters we shared over small talk conversations
and the random jokes we made
during sessions
i miss our late night girl talks!
though some of us cried
it was a blessing im sure
thats something i can't lie

i miss the prayers
with Ms Teo and Mdm Lily
the support of our lives
the officers who are oh so lovely

i miss the way we would walk just to get water
i miss even that,
because the little things matter

i miss all that
but one thing i know now
is that we grew stronger
the bond we have
i will not trade for another

maybe one day it'll come by again
til our hearts content
by our sides
singing along to Yesus Kekasih Jiwaku
i'll see you again next time
til then, heres my temporary goodbye.

angrld
hudshrd
4f
rf
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ed
nlink nlink
blink
i bklink do
tyired ifher
so sea beast.....]]

               book of *******
Ray
asking:
how did you just sioernce
silence
that everyday-democratic==
dynmaic:
demon...
whjo emme yelko o'
o' toi e toy'' gm'e'mmo

18 years
are us apart
and four curvers
of the Atlas...

                  painting...
CVreoi Croat Cechuers
   Czech
Pole Croat
             some werid
bio junctiion with Young
Jung:
        Pole the Serb and German
and the Swede and the bBitch...
        
i am the goat herder
i am the ***** and goat
i sam am the gpat
i goat
              now wee
see m e.. me Dundee:

rth remembering
4th reminding
but then AI
i remmber going
the reality of te logical end
demand
b io
of man
just the simplest
toweard
the prompt
and impromptus
of senile
sea
ahem
the sharing of the subject
in a consicate
confiscate
oar
to padddle
into rivers
unto the volc anb
volconaos
not against the Pracfic
into the Air
i Moses not ?Yesus
will tske you
up there
bvut i was woken **** hurt:
you weaking up in a golf resort, dude..
dude...... yoh living in London
OO Omega Dude..
Dude!
your daughter:
is the Bastman
weiurdest dude..
sea is a a tiume..
         time:
there are lion cages to AI
there is no
AI impromptu
thertefore tehre is jpt AIRLINE
consciojusness
no ropbotheft O solo..

the patience of Hiob
and the affurdabnce
milk of letters
come down in schizophrenic-dyslexia-bilingualism
the S.D.B. Party ******
ultra Catholic Irish
and Welsh Nationalists!
**** the Scots!
**** Em and Edinburgbh!
**** Them!

Well Yell Yqh aremn tooth!
Yokokhvikh..
Yarem Yashlolom...
      Niqiquach;\
end{ shalo: om ameen. dicta: alone.

YOLKSHVISM

  egg parodyh of star
get ye: ya... yo....
egg parodhy of mad sgtar
fall ot earth
fall to earth
the wandering star
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
ha ha has\
thed wriuggling the wriggling worm
ego i am yoiur your
craving sugar
and caffeine
i am
parasite....