Torn between the lies and frustration of this worldI soaked in sin and deathMy eyes were blinded by the tears and darkness of the earthand I couldn’t see the love you offered me. Roaming the streets of sin and reproachI made there my place of residence.You loved me from a distance,when I had no idea…
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If love was all I got, I’d count it all as gain,A treasure more precious than silver or fame.In its warm embrace, my heart would surely soar,With love as my guide, I’d ask for nothing moreIn its might I’ll conquer every snap of fear. If love was all I got, I’d find strength in its…
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Exalt, O morbid seed of Adam’s race,Enslaved by sin’s pervasive, damning plight,Within thy soul, concupiscence takes flight,And in thy veins, corruption finds its place.But hark! Salvation’s plan, divine embrace,Unveils a love profound, in death’s despite,For God, in mercy, sends His holy Light,To bear thy sin and offer saving grace. Behold the cross, where Jesus gave…
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There is no better description of faith than the one given to us in the Bible. When we read the Letter to the Hebrews 11:1, it tells us that “faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen”. Faith makes us see things with the eyes of the mind; it…
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The Catholic catechism doctrine teaches that “faith is a supernatural gift of God which enables us to believe without doubting whatever God has revealed.” From this definition we see that it is not easy for one to have faith. Yes, it is not easy to believe that which you have not seen with your very…
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One day my mum told me a story, that, when she became pregnant of me, she experiences so many mysterious things, from terrible night mares to bleeding and different kind of troubles. During delivery it was hell, she never thought she could give birth, there in the labour room she remembered, Exodus 1:19, in this…
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In the days when men’s knees are buried in the earth with sincerity, their faces glued with tears and prayers to the cross, and their hearts holding a prism of blood and a liquid desire for the move of God in a generation, we can miss the revival we seek when it eventually comes. Sometimes,…
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The storm rattles the roots of our designs.Like Peter, on bended knees, we look to HimWho slumbers through the angry storm. In our zest to be one with God,Our daily wounds drag down our pace,The fog of pains blankets our sight,we become unsighted— like BartimeusBut the walls of the world can’t block our cries;Our fates…
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Ride the waves of my doubtsand sift my thoughts from unbelief;for I am drunk, from a gulf of self,neglecting the presence of I AM. The possibilities of little things–tangible as my biggest dreams,so I yearn to increase.Combust my heart in the furnaceof your words unfailing,words that can never return void. Fasten mine eyes on thee,…
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Tears on your bathroom floor,Sometimes faith looks like grief,Surgical blades piercing your body,Sometimes faith looks like fear. Sometimes faith looks like grief,For we resemble the accelerationof the sands in the hourglass,Sometimes faith looks like fear,Like a man sailing tideswith Jesus believing he could drown, For we resemble the accelerationof the sands in the hourglass,And aren’t…
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