A drop of blood fell on a dust But the dust didn’t know It was done out of love The dust keep choosing A lifestyle of lust The drop of blood didn’t stop It doesn’t matter if the dust went bust Then the dust got lost In the sea of lust The lust have swept Unto its heart It thrust its might Till there is no light But the drop of blood didn’t stop What started as drops Now it’s trickling It was trickling Now it’s pouring Drowning out the sea of lust It is the only one That could save the dust The dust stood up It says Now I know this is the Sea of love
There is a dust It was formed and created by breath It came to the world Innocent infamy Brought joy with more tears and pain The dust grew in knowledge Its eyes were opened Good and evil More evil It loves and hates It saves and kills Heals and destroy It liberates and conquer Servant and tyrant Its honest, a liar Persecutor, a defender It’s faithful, a cheater It trust, a doubter It is brave, a coward It cries, it laughs A taker, a giver It is humble, it is arrogant Merciful and vengeful The dust grew weak And weaker Throughout its life he never realized That it is but a dust Until it is buried Six feet under ground To be trampled upon By other dusts Who doesn’t know That they are but a dust As the old saying goes From dust you came from, to dust you shall return.
:4 Some wandered in the desert lost and homeless. :5 Hungry and thirsty, they nearly died. :10 Some sat in darkness and deepest gloom, miserable prisoners in chains. :12 That is why he broke them with hard labor, they fell and no one helped them rise again. :18 Their appetites were gone and death was near.
Every time I drop off my daughter to her school, she always ask me to turn off the radio. I don’t know if she’s embarrass of me because of the music I listen to or it’s just her growing up. The faster the time goes by so are the changes. It felt like it’s just yesterday. One morning stood out. I was listening to K-LOVE and she said to turn it off, she didn’t want to “offend” certain individuals who don’t believe in God. I remember a high school classmate of mine who became a born again Christian during our high school days. I never knew that she’s been a believer that long. I only found out on Facebook after all through these years. Going through a Roman Catholic school, it wasn’t easy if you belong to a different faith. Day in, day out persecution is always there but it’s expected. There’s not a day that someone’s making fun and mock of this new faith that I’ve found. That’s only the school, I still have to contend with my parents at home who are both devout Catholic. I didn’t care, I was happy I finally found the truth. All the insults, the slurs, the painful words, the way how quickly individuals change just because you belong to a different faith; it was all worth it. I ask this classmate of mine why she hid her faith, why she didn’t openly […]
This past Monday, I dropped off my daughter at school but we were twenty minutes late. One of the things that I don’t like is not being on time, I abhor it. I don’t care even if they’re family or close friends or lover. I hate being late. I hate it when somebody’s late. If you’re five minutes early you’re on time, if you’re on time you are late. I was expecting to be five minutes late. When I got to the main road, traffic was heavy because of an accident from icy roads on one of the freeways. Tried to take a detour, same results. While we were sitting in traffic, I began to get upset inside me. I wanted to scold her for not listening to me when I told her to wake up and get ready for school. Instead she choose to sleep in more and argue, now we have to face the consequences. I choose not to. I held back not because of my lack of parenting skills but rather she’s my child. I talked to her instead and explain that there’s a reason for all the things that I tell and ask her to do. That it is for her own good and not mine. As I was talking to her, it reminds me of what our heavenly Father think of us whenever we disobey Him. If I being an earthly father have this compassion […]
A couple of days ago I watched Deadpool. I wanted to check out what’s the fuss all about. I keep hearing from friends and co-worker how good it is. Do not let your kids watch it. This is different from any Marvel movies. Speaking of a foul-mouthed individual, he is up there on my list. But hey it’s Deadpool, it is what make him he is. I am not here to make a review of the movie. Sometimes I get carried when I watched a fictional character to the point that I would change my picture profile on Facebook base on that image of said character. This morning I was thinking of that, putting Deadpool on my profile. Then I said to my self, given his characteristics what am I trying to portray about me in relation to my faith. I decided not to do it. That was said and done. After that I’m off to my morning devotions. I was reading 2 Samuel 4 where it talks about Isbosheth being murdered. Here I am trying to forget all the violence in Deadpool and the moment I open my Bible, Isbosheth wasn’t only killed but decapitated him too. The violence just unnerve me. It is true that the Bible is filled with gruesome violence. I won’t deny that. You probably asking what’s got to do with what I’m talking about. Before I go on, I am not here to promote […]
While I was eating my lunch, I was reading blogs I follow here at WordPress. I keep pondering if I should continue this blog. It actually crossed my mind if I’m really making a difference or if people actually care. For a second I think it would be better if I rarely post or stop altogether, and concentrate on my photography. Then I read this blog from A Fractured Faith, “We Need You.” First, I thought it is asking for monetary help. Little did I know that it is more than that. He is right about his message on that post you’ll never know who you’ll be able to help. It did just that to me. The moment I finished reading it I know that God wants me to keep writing for this blog, all I needed was a confirmation. What about you? Have you ever have an encounter with God which he answered back to you other than His words in the Bible? Something that make you scratched your head and say, “This can’t be just a coincidence.”