Write Thing at the Write Time

Missing someone(s) right now. So I'll write right now. Di mo man ako pansinin, Ibaliwala ang pagsuyo at pagtingin, Basta huwag mo laging kalimutan, Ikaw ay nasa aking mga panalangin. Di kita tatantanan o bibitawan, Makita ko lang ang inaasam na pagbabago. Mawala na ang inyong lumang pagkatao, At maghari ang Buhay ni Kristo! Ngayong araw, ikaw ay nasa aking mga dasal, Alam mo man o Hindi, Ako'y nananabik para sa iyo. Hanggang sa makita kang muli. Sa aking harap at sa iyong tabi. English Translation: You might not notice me now, Don't mind my persuasion and affection. Just don't always forget, You are always in my prayers. I will not leave you alone or let you go, Until I finally see the change for you I've longed for. That your old you be gone, And see the life of Christ in you! Today, You are in my prayers, You might know or not, I am longing for you, Until I finally see you again. Face to face and by your side.

Here is my Bisaya Poetry. Walay lami ang pagkaun nimo kung walay kan-on, Nganong dili man ing-ana ang sa imong Espiritu intawon? Dapat murag Pamahaw, Paniudto ug Panihapun ang pulong sa Ginoo, Ayaw gyud daginuton! Kay basig tambok ug dako imong lawas, Gamay ug niwang man diay sa sulod! Hala pagkaun na sa Kan-on na Iyahang Pulong, Ayaw Hulat na imong lawas buhi ug kusgan, Pero imong kalag diay namatay na kay nagut-man. English Translation: Food is tasteless and not satisfying without Rice, Why isn't it like that with our Spiritual Life? It should be like Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner with the Word of God, Don't make it thrifty! For you might be fat and big in body, But small and petite in the inside no one can see! Come now eat the rice of His Word, Don't wait for your body be alive and strong, But your body has been dead with hunger all along.

"He sank, he fell, he lay still. At her feet. And where he sank, there he died." Judges 5:27 Wherever you are, Be still. I am here. I am here. At His feet you sank, fell  and laid still. At the feet of your bride Jesus. I will also be still, At the feet of my Prince. And as we die from all our dreams and desires. Die from our selves. As we lay still at His feet, I know there, we will surely meet. At the Cross. At His feet. Only at His feet.

The Saint Must Walk Alone Loneliness. It comes and it goes. I settles in the middle of the night. Oh! Surely You would know? You, who knelt at the Garden, anguished and alone. Surely, I have to pass through the Garden of my own soul. Pain. It comes and it goes. It settles deep in my heart and soul. Oh! Surely You would know? You, who carried the heaviness of the Cross, Hands and Feet pierced. Surely, I have to let the pierce within. Crowd. They come and they go. Oh! Surely You would know? You, despite the multitudes, your sorrows were unrelieved. Deserted and Friendless. No one knew your Heart. Surely, I, will be a Star that will live Set-Apart.. For the Cross is not a thing of Beauty. Something to be taken so lightly. It is an overpowering, overwhelming and all absorbing entity. It seeks to crucify our old life, hopes and our dreams. Our plans and will set aside, He be Glorified. A life lived not for yourself but for Another. Seeking the Joy and pleasure of the Master. Oh! Sur...

I hear you speak. In a crowded jeep or street. You tell me things, in my Secret Place, As if we are face to face. I sense you, In the Stillness of time. You make me feel emotions, While reading between the lines. I see you in a crowded street. You are the Lame and Weak. You are the Angry and the Hurt. They are your Glory unrefined. But I am saddened, for the ones called turn a deaf ear, the ones with seeing eyes turn blind. and those who could speak become dumb. Why do they refuse? To hear the unrelenting Call. Why do they turn away? to let your Way. I am hurt. not for me but for you. Outstretched, you gave your life. arms wide opened, You let them in. But they let themselves out. "I love you" You keep on telling me. "My feelings for you is much to strong." You keep reminding me. God, Father. Jesus, My Friend and Lover. Why can't they see it? Why can't they feel it? Why can't they hear it? Send me Lord to the Hurting. Your Comfort be their Comfort. Send ...