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Why Hides the Sun His Face As In Defeat

LXXVIII 
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm

Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt 
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot

The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget 
And rent the veil that set a great divide

The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!

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The Death of One That Cannot Die

CXXIX 
A truth could not my heart unfathom why
How by the death of One who cannot die
That such a sinful mortal live for aye
With blood stained hands my guilt He sanctify

All hail the worthy lamb though priceless slain!
God's only Son, most perfect without blame
Such grace I undeservingly obtain
My hell and pain He suffered not in vain

With joyful grief I bind with altar cords
My fainted heart pierced by thy holy sword
Till it breaks out with songs of loving words
Of praise unto my King and Lord of lords

That day shall come when all would cease from strife.
And so as Thee will I be raised to life

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A Lovely Gem That Turned From Darkest Coal

XCIII

A wretched bond which all my life had borne
My sin I love and own, alas owns me
Deceitful heart that love these chains and thorns
Unsacred ties that binds, how may I flee?

Then suddenly at dawn my dungeon breaks
Fresh wounds I see on pierced hands stretched down
From darkness he my poor, dead soul did take
That from my temples fell sin’s hollow crown. 

Down deep within the chambers of my soul
From my disgraceful state, a prize he found
Like lovely gem that turned from darkest coal 
A true desire to praise with sweetest sound 

   Much rather would I from some good retreat
   Till sin is bitter, Christ will not be sweet

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The Beauty of Hell

An awful place beyond our nightmare's worst
A dwelling for all those the Lord hath cursed
And none the bands of yoke asunder burst
It's purpose seem most crooked and perverse

For there is no one righteous nor benign
The wicked have their portion fair assigned
For though the reason I could not divine
I know there is a grand and just design

Eternal flames dark, icy hearts shall thaw
And in great pain, their lying tongues will gnaw
Their conscience seared bear witness with such awe
The holy Sovereign, perfect without flaw

Like waters to a thirsty hart the news,
Of what he's done deep in my heart I mused
Beloved seed of woman was refused
Who for my sin, the Lord was pleased to bruise

With love He spoke the truth that hell is real
For being tempted, he like we did feel
Though guiltless, all our sins in him conceal
In dying, our iniquities did heal

And all of this, God planned before we fell
For without evil, there would be no hell
Yet in his wisdom did much more excel
To gladly suffer fools, serves justice well

I once tried to imagine in my mind
That while in hell with fairest demons dined
And decked with purple linen most refined
But out of Zion, perfect beauty shined

I'd rather be in hell without a sin
Than be in heaven void of Christ within

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The Miracle of Marriage

CXXXVIII
The miracle of marriage is for real
No magic like an ever after tale
A mystic rite that has a fuzzy feel
A myth as fair Verona's fate will fail

For very deeply rooted in our soul
A selfish pride that makes impossible
To share our life with one is not our goal
It is in truth love's greatest obstacle

He came to grace a simple wedding feast
And by his word turned water into wine
A sign of greater cause he meant was this
He came to change us by his power divine

For as a tree unchanged will grow new boughs
A love that alters not yet alters those 
Who at the altar kneels with solemn vows
And bows to him to bless the life they chose

   The real miracle of marriage is
   To give yourself to only one is bliss

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Nueva Vizcaya

A lovely place from where the sky is new
Reflects a vision of outrageous hue
Unclouded glass above the morning dew
A flood of puddle like an ocean blue
The mountain fog could not the winding path
Unjaded fellows gladly heed the draft
Nor by dark valley's shadow turn us back
To preach good tidings that will save from wrath
A fragrant scent of meat on air did waft
And green, fresh produce safely seethe the fat
A roasted brew is boiling in a vat
Sans sorrow, sanguine shepherds sweetly sat
T'is bitter sweet, once more we bid adieu
And hope one day such fellowship renew

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Biyaya Ng Ulan - Blessing of Rain

Ulang malamig
Tuloy-tuloy ang tagas
Sa yerong butas

Kapeng mainit
May tinapay at pansit
Biyayang sulit

Translation:

The cold rainwater
That just keeps flowing inside
The hole in the roof

Boiling hot coffee
Bread with Chinese rice noodles
Blessing so worth it

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September Flowers Sadly Bloom At Night

XIX
September flowers sadly bloom at night
Whose subtle fragrance quickly pass away
In light their vestal beauty hid from sight. 
Confused at being planted by the way
Those treading sorrow's path at twilight weep.
Because of grievous troubles had been spent
And lost a treasure that they could not keep.
Did gain much consolation from their scent
He wipes their tears with petals soft that finds
A secret grief whose heart of those exclude
The hollow words of such offend the mind
Late flowers bloom, kind fragrances exudes
   September flowers do reveal such light
   They truly weep who do so well at night

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Jerusalem

The holy city prized for ancient fame
With silent walls she wails in agony
For centuries ungodly conflicts reign
Her priests and prophets mourn captivity

Unqueened, for her ravished sanctuary
Political pawn is what she became
Religious and unfeigned hypocrisy
Heads bow in shame for peace is just a name

Her greatest prize in heart became fine gold
A temple filled with tithe-less thieves that thrive
Bequeathed birthright unto strangers sold
Laid desolate, deflowered and deprived

Thy dwellings of delight are destitute
Beggars of foul bread find most ill repute
The heritage they trade as prostitutes
Depravity reaps a most bitter fruit

As massive towers shadow in thy streets
Fools gather by thy royal portico
And void of wisdom did the master meet
In blindness as Siloam's waters flow

While empires rose and fell upon thy feet
Which fought in vain a rebel struck the goad
The day had come when thy true monarch meet
Sweat, blood and tears flowed from thy olive grove

And until then thy holy place lay bare
That hollow hearts may find his presence there

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Why Flowers Bid Farewell In February

CXXVI

The time of life, that's not quite summer yet
Why flowers bid farewell late February
A seemingly unnecessary death
But fair to grace his holy sanctuary

It may perhaps thy dwelling's worth had lapse
For days filled with much toil prevailed at last
Thy cherished memories failed to find the gaps
And yet all these thy love could not surpass

The kind and gracious hand who knows what's best
That shook a tree fell fruit that seem unripe
Pale lips unbreathe thy weary soul to rest
Will usher into blissful, endless life

Did 'ere such love could flow from orphaned tears?
Will spring to joy that lasts ten thousand years