Friday, November 14, 2008

such

pierced,again.
such have I felt but not such that pierced me.
I supposed I had enough.

Life of mine seems so painful when get hold on it instead of letting it go,
may be I'm at fault,
I supposed I'm at fault.
I do not deserve.
why only I can see things that others don't and yet not seeing what they see?

so what have I done,
oh, what have I done?
what have I done,
that breaks a heart that I should not.
why have I cried as if I'm broken hearted,
why have I failed in such circumstances?
when I broke His heart,
He comforted me, instead.

when will my eyes ever see and have no doubt forever?
when will my heart turned away and jnever return to its old?
when will I see with pure heart?

I doesn't seem to know me.
I'm no longer me.
no longer me.
Such is a good news to me,
I supposed,
in the midst of troubles.

yet when will I ever take refuge as
He had been waiting to see my return?
A lost sheep.
It happens, again.
I've failed,
again.

bring me back, master.
bring me back my shepherd,
back to your green pasture
where your love flows.

bring me back to you,
when you see me go astray.
bring me back to rest,
when I've go weary.

I shall have my eyes blinded,
I shall have my limbs separated,
I shall have my heart torn,
as I deserve.
Yet in such, I pray.
and you've heard.
And you told me who I am.

such on the hill,
you told me I'm yours.
what more can I do,
as the potter had perfected his work
using His blood to write on my heart
He cares.

rejoice?
yes, I supposed,
as I am to enter my home,
glad?
yes, I shall,
as I'm going back.
and I'm freed, and the air I take in,
no longer is the air that I had,
in my cell.
it's no longer the one I had been,
as I shall not return.

who am I?
I'm no longer the same,
every second.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

friend

who is friend?
friends are not those who do the same thing with,
but those that love and cares.
who is friend?
friends are those who neither judge us nor praise us,
but are those who showede us lesson through their heart-felt act.
who is friend?
they are those unwilling to leave us to solve the problems ourselves.
They are with us when we are growing,
with us when we cry,
with us when we laugh in joy.

Such is a friend that I have,
am glad because you are.
what you've done no longer is something that I'll be just a spectator,
but what you've done has make me a receiver.

You have poured out your love far more than I could grab and more than I could hold.
you have showed me what's friendship like,
you have something for me than I doesn't really fit to receive,
yet what you've done make me understood one thing,
there is war and battles,
journeys and paths,
evil and grudges.
But I still have friends.

Friends, have listen patiently when I have more than words to say,
you have time never ending for me to cry.
Yet you have me rebuke when I have cause things to stumble in my life,
gives courage to what is right in a firm place.

blessed! I call out.
the word thanks is never to be taken as how I would express.
no gratitude from my mouth seems to fit for your care.

friends I have in this broken road,
not alone, never!

advises, condemnation, judgement, prejudice against me,
does not call me to shatter like a pot.
yet it became my reason to live.

friendship have told me,
it wasn't because who I am,
not because of what I have done,
but because of the presence of the ever-wondering grace.

I'll never know,
till you spell out my name,
Because of Him, I have you,
because of one love, I'm alive,
because such grace, I learn that I could never escape from the circumstances,
but I'm not alone.

what shall I ever say?
except praises for He who that placed you beside me.
without the bounding of time.

pre

times are different,what am I?
how shall I compare this world to?
they are capable of hiding truth that set their hearts on guilt yet
they are not a little knowing of what gives freedom.
the more things I see in this world,
only can I went away with a sigh,
this time no longer truth, peace, love, joy, freedom.
only what they call profit.
I've searched deep into my dictionary, I can't find a word call good
To be blameless is far more than touching the rainbow
How far more is to get a hold of goodness in a world tragically!

How long shall the nation sleep?
How many more days to cry for peace using violence?
they call on peace, yet they strike the weak.
they say truth but they hidden the cause of guilt.
they know it, yet who cares?

this nation is fallen, who are able to stand?
this people have cried, but they blinded their heat.
we complaint each time, yet when are going to stand up as someone to do something?
what this nation need is no longer complaints,
but actions for love.
no more dictionary can describe what's the world thinking of.
they only see what is visible,
but why did they refuse to see the Invisible?

Somebody said nothing would ever turn up great without any force or actions on it.
Yet the other shouted that this world is of creation of none.

Look! Wake up!
See, my house have not been cleaned, day after day,
it only became worse and a headache to me.
How then you people say that this world became so unique because of its own?

Are we only animals, competent to have something we think is meaningful?
are we only animals?
No, I said sternly, we are not, but some of us are, yet some of us are worse!

those who live with a meaning that overcome death, such are human.
those who live without thoughts for life, and having no purpose other than satisfying their so called needs, such are animals.
those who killed each other's spirit or soul, such are worse!

How long shall we deny what's right?
How far shall we deceive our friends?
Power, lust, and wealth had been searched all life,
but what will those searchers leave with when thet had took their last breath?

A language teacher knows very well these words are negative,
but why?
because they forgotten to read the instruction book before having them.
they have it, but misuse it, turning out only agony.
so when things turn out wrong, the people only look to heaven and blame God.
Didn't He gave out of grace the whole world, for His beloved?
You only seek complicity when simplicity is needed.
How sad.

Gift had sealed with the blood.
Those broken hearted should never cry,
because such is the person that Love cares.
Open the eyes of your heart, see.

think! as you said that that's the difference of human and animals.
live with Truth! as that's what the ancestors of yours had searched ages, and those who have got it, they call out blessings to heaven!

Lovingly.