My soul welcomes challenges
with triumphant spirit
as my will soars toward
faith-flight of prayer wings
defying arrogance of self-confidence
while hiding in the strength of the Lord…
My heart basks in God's goodness
for every victory midst bouncing hope
with steadfastness to keep on
learning from trial and test
grateful for lessons
since transformation works
championing the new creation in me
against my carnal human nature…
Yes, I am what I am now
by the grace of my Creator
and through His mercy and might
along His miracles of marvellousness
my life is His workmanship
toward victorious bliss
in reaching-out with His love.
Categories:
marvellousness, blessing, character, faith, god,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I have known the pain of disappointment and dishonor,
but now I am knowing the expectations of joy and happiness.
I have been abandon to the wiles and cruelty of life and now in the
course of the eve, I have been embrace by not one, but three sweet doves.
Yet, who is this damsel that frolics around with might and reason? Who is this
fair maiden that captures the heart of men and those whom she capture seems
to be desolated in there purpose and shallow in their walk.
nevertheless, I find myself contemplating about the joys of faith, and the marvellousness
of maciel, and then I come to know and appreciate The Sweetness Of Bliss.
Truly, I hope I am worthy to speak of this.
Categories:
marvellousness, friendship
Form: I do not know?
I love you more then words will ever express, but I must never tell you, because
you desire me to be something that I know not how to be. Each thought of you
race throughout my whole being and I am helded captive by them.
So when I behold your marvellousness I become as a man who has beendeaf
and dumb from the day of his conception. Yet, I quake within , because I desire
so desperately to tell you how my day of joyous mysterious was, but I know you
that you will only merely tellme I must be this or I am out of line with that.
Thus, do I keep my yearnings and experiences to myself never ever letting you
know me. What a tragedy to be silent when you can speak?
Categories:
marvellousness, life, day, desire,
Form: Ballad