I wake up in the daylight and realized that the blocks I have been building, the small stones I have been collecting, and the life I have been dying for are scattered around.
I'm standing at the dead-end of a tunnel again. Every path I know does not lead to anywhere. And no matter how much I try, my problems never fail to rise and prove themselves that they are greater than I am.
I close all doors and lock the windows,
I thicken my skin and harden my heart,
I silent the laughters and joy around me,
as if they are too offensive or that they reveal your nakedness.
I live life, dream, fail and success alone.
I am the soul of my own body,
I am Fatherless, widowed, lonely,
I am a lost soul.
I have forgotten the reason why I should talk to my Dad. I do not see the purpose of talking to someone whom I cannot see and touch with my flesh. He is just an individual too divine for mere humans to have an intimate relationship with—too perfect to exist.
I have forgotten that He also was once my Lover who brought me surprises, who kept on reminding me that His gifts are made with His love and passion.
I have forgotten that He was my Best of Friend who walked with me everyday in the crowd, who whispered stories while we walk around.
I have forgotten those sleepless nights that were dimmed by a thousand angels in my bedroom. The angels that He, my Guardian Angel have sent to send me to slumber. He, who defended me when others persecute me because of His Name.
I have forgotten that He, who were my Dad, my Lover, my Best Friend, was also the One who led the Israelite to the promised land. And that same God who calm the storm on His command was also the One who holds my hand until today.
I have forgotten that I have never—for a moment—become fatherless, widowed nor lonely.
But I was lost, not for once, but multiple times. But truth is, I am never lost for too long.
His heart can never bear to watch His lover cry. He told me that at times His tests of love are too overwhelming, and He regrets that. Not that He has done something wrong, but sometimes His fatherly love is too great for Him to watch us take pains.
And so with the same pierced hands that never grow cold, with the same songs that never turn old, my stubborn heart he once again mold.
As in for me, it is Him who has constantly showing me how lost we all are and how we can go back to His embrace again, no matter how far we have gone astray.
If He has given his life so precious so that I can live, there must be an incredible reason why I have to carry on. For when the time has come, all things unknown will be revealed.
I'm standing at the dead-end of a tunnel again. Every path I know does not lead to anywhere. And no matter how much I try, my problems never fail to rise and prove themselves that they are greater than I am.
I close all doors and lock the windows,
I thicken my skin and harden my heart,
I silent the laughters and joy around me,
as if they are too offensive or that they reveal your nakedness.
I live life, dream, fail and success alone.
I am the soul of my own body,
I am Fatherless, widowed, lonely,
I am a lost soul.
I have forgotten the reason why I should talk to my Dad. I do not see the purpose of talking to someone whom I cannot see and touch with my flesh. He is just an individual too divine for mere humans to have an intimate relationship with—too perfect to exist.
I have forgotten that He also was once my Lover who brought me surprises, who kept on reminding me that His gifts are made with His love and passion.
I have forgotten that He was my Best of Friend who walked with me everyday in the crowd, who whispered stories while we walk around.
I have forgotten those sleepless nights that were dimmed by a thousand angels in my bedroom. The angels that He, my Guardian Angel have sent to send me to slumber. He, who defended me when others persecute me because of His Name.
I have forgotten that He, who were my Dad, my Lover, my Best Friend, was also the One who led the Israelite to the promised land. And that same God who calm the storm on His command was also the One who holds my hand until today.
I have forgotten that I have never—for a moment—become fatherless, widowed nor lonely.
But I was lost, not for once, but multiple times. But truth is, I am never lost for too long.
His heart can never bear to watch His lover cry. He told me that at times His tests of love are too overwhelming, and He regrets that. Not that He has done something wrong, but sometimes His fatherly love is too great for Him to watch us take pains.
And so with the same pierced hands that never grow cold, with the same songs that never turn old, my stubborn heart he once again mold.
No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful, He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, He will also provide a way out so that you can endure it. 1 Cor10:13Somewhere along the way, you will lose your only reason to carry on. But sometimes the goal of moving on is to find the reason itself. Only then, will your heart's eyes see that one of the main purposes of the toughest roads are to reveal God's smallest gifts that you can never see on even roads.
As in for me, it is Him who has constantly showing me how lost we all are and how we can go back to His embrace again, no matter how far we have gone astray.
If He has given his life so precious so that I can live, there must be an incredible reason why I have to carry on. For when the time has come, all things unknown will be revealed.
As has just been said:
"Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as you did in the rebellion." Heb 3:15Alice
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