So be it, Lord!
“You know what, dad, that you once told me one thing before?” asked my child. “Please remind me.” “Okay, you once told me a day will come when you question why my dad is living this way – having a chronic illness? Today, I’m asking you this question,” he said. “Yes I remember, but the
Not by Mistakes
Not by a mistake, never did he! Better maybe if he cares more, say me Yet he knows what has happened to me My perception only it is, at times going wrong Not a single thing he had missed Wanted me to cling on him, feel him each day Not out of control; not simply
When You Only Know How To Give Thanks
“Dear Lord, my daddy is getting sick….and I give thanks to you.” Dear Lord, please heal the head of my daddy..and I give thanks to you.” Dear Lord, please let his medicine work, I’m afraid now…I give thanks to you…his head is in too much pain…and I give thanks to you.” I somehow sat up
Seeing the Clouds
Once in a while, there ought to be a drought in our walk of life. There are no clouds to shelter our fragile body. Most of the brooks gone dry. For some, it didn’t appear as lasting a longer time than ours. Nevertheless, a night in the drought period seems like a year when the
By My Name
By my name, he calls me; He knows me by my name. ‘Thought he wouldn’t know me Among the crowd, he knows my name Not face to face I saw him yet. When I’m lonely amongst many Yet he knows me by my name Never left in the lurch; he knows me Not a stranger
Bruised Before Healing
It is not painful, physically, most of the time. It simply is an IV bruised, for drawing blood samples or injections. The telltale color of black and blue lasting a few days at the IV site becomes a reminder of what had happened before. It really is nothing when the illness subsides. The bruise gets
September End
I let go of my soft pillow at last. Waking up for a brief walk in the morning breeze. The morning breeze is cooler than yesterday. It’s the end of September. We’re running with our voice echoing the beautiful hills. My brother showed me where the beautiful flowers bloom. It’s another day after yesterday; pain
Victory in Your Name
Give me a song in my heart Proclaiming your victory Put a new song in my mouth Claiming victory in Your name May I invoke Your power on my way, Leading to victory Victory over all suppression With victory’s song, I’ll march on Set afire my weaken being; refine me. I am what I am
Claiming Victory
‘It’s not real….’ It’s not real…..’ I need to remind myself again and again while struggling with the recent development of auditory hallucinations and my indispensable visit to the ER. Trying to shape my mind, in accordance with the real world, is my first step in claiming victory over it. Then, training my mind to
My Long Lost Poem
Seeking only you for now Knowing Everything is in you What a joy living a life To see your greatness To feel your love and care To see the Almighty in work. Angels kept a guard with sword on me All your creatures praise you You gave me a life To praise you till my