A Child Like Clay
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
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'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines
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Brokenness
Unless the grain of wheat
Falls to the ground and dies
Change won't be complete
Because from there, a new growth lies.
Unless a man be broken
And shed off from his old Self
Molding cannot be given
On the jar there on Life's shelf.
On the clay there must be a crushing
For the new jar to be molded
There must be renewed pounding
For the metal to be welded.
New life can never sprout
From the seed that remains whole
And fruit cannot come out
Without brokenness of Soul.
'My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.'
(PSALM 73: 26)
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 24,2010
Philippines
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Monster Story
A blind eye to an obvious wrong
A deaf ear to a righteous plea,
Confused affection though it's strong-
A wayward love, it cannot see.
Withhold the rod to correct
A child in tolerance is set,
It breeds abuse with neglect
And so discipline, it will forget.
The child so bred when he grows
Crooked, warped in character
Without the truths that he should know
He ends up as a social monster.
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A Sure Foundation
A sure foundation for molding character
The anvil where the child is honed
A happy family does so much better
Than material things a man had owned.
For a happy family here on earth
Though its home be humble, much is given
The joys it brings has eternal worth
A taste of beyond and a glimpse of heaven.
A happy family will have conversations,
Warm hugs to give, loving hands to hold.
When problems may come, a shoulder to cry on
No fear of rejection, its Love will mold.
Mansions, big houses, don't make a family
Togetherness and affection make it so
Correction and guidance with love to see
A child grows up happy in his tomorrows.
'Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come.'
2 Corinthians 5: 7
'Each day of our lives we make deposiis in the memory banks of our children.'
(Chuck Swindoll)
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 20,2010
Philippines
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Blessings Needed
Narrow roads and days with rain
Hone the man through life's seasons
Facing failures and some pain -
There's need for purpose and some reason.
But questions plague the righteous life
That lived at best, the Golden Rule,
For constant suffering and endless strife
Can break the back of the strongest mule.
Seems those who break the laws and such
Live life in velvet cushion, free!
Drink, make merry, and have so much
While the Good don't seem to have any.
Child, 'set your sights on things above'
And not on earthly things, ' t'was said-
But I was hoping the Lord above
Will bless me a little before I was dead.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain -Baello
February 9,2010
Philippines
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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What A Friend Is
What is a friend?
One who stands with you
Through all the good and bad
Support you all the way through
Be there when you are sad.
One who can forgive
With whom you don't pretend
Though you have no wealth to give
He is always a true friend.
But when mistakes you make
He's ready with correction
He may hurt but not forsake
And will show the right direction
A friend has 'agape' love
You can always be who you are
He is a gift from God above
His loyalty goes very far.
'Wounds from a friend can be trusted,
but an enemy multiplies kisses.'
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
February 24,2010
Philippines
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Do Not Kill Your Baby, (Wo) Man!
When skeins of wool,
I gave to man,
He took my hide for coat!
When meat and milk,
I gave to him,
He took my life as well!
When healthy babe,
God gives to Eve,
She kills the child in womb!
When born is child,
Healthy, alive,
She smothers it to death!
Oh, what a cruel act man does
When killing own offspring!
When Potter made the pot of clay,
And breathed His life within,
Man breaks the pot for no reason,
Before it could be used!
The vessels that are not deformed,
Without a single crack,
Are broken recklessly by men,
Like Abortion,
Infanticide!
Each child is priceless, living gift
From God to man, woman;
He makes each child by love from heart,
That overflows each time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-08-2010
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Death Comes To Any Age
There is one story that makes me shudder
And so with care I live each day
It is about a mother and a daughter
Who went to a mall for her birthday.
The mother promised the eight year old
For a cellphone as her requested gift,
Excited to call her Dad, she was told-
As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.
The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
That her mother was left at the other side
And so like a child she ran back although
The lights had changed for the street so wide.
The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
As all vehicles started to go running
Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
Not seeing the small child who was just then crossing.
The truck driver saw her but it was too late
The brakes did not have the time to hold
The little girl met her untimely fate
As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.
The hysterical mother went into shock
Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
In grief she almost had a heart attack
Screamed in tears all her anguished lament.
The lesson here that Death teaches us all
One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
But when He chooses to give us a call
With Him, there's no young and there's no old.
This is a true story that happened in our city in front of a big mall. All who witnessed the tragedy were affected by it.
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February 3,2010
Philippines
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Christian (Free form)
Words reflect the man,
For out of the mouth
The heart speaks.
And as a man thinks
In his hollow heart
So the truth of who he is.
Faith declared through discord
Nullifies the truth
Testifies to every word
Speech revealed by fruit.
A child of God is peacemaker
He shuns the arguments
He is a Salt and Light bearer
Gentle in sentiments.
The badge of Christ he's wearing
A disciple and follower
For in Christ, he is truly nothing
Even if he's the world's best writer!
'Pleasant words are a honeycomb,
Sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.'
Proverbs 16: 24
February 2,2010
Philippines
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
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Ink Bottle of Life
The pain and sorrows in life's hurdle
Are all contained in bottled record.
For our Experience is the ink bottle
Where the dipped pen draws many words.
The souce of writers' inspirations
From it the passion ink flows through
To weave the lines and compositions
Of life and loves that we once knew.
'He who pursues righteousness and love, finds life, prosperity, and honor.'
Proverbs 21: 21
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February 1,2010
Philippines
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
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A Map For The Seeker
In Proverbs lie the map of life
That guides the humble in his ways
Protects him from the useless strife
And lights his path through all his days.
A wealth of treasure for the wise
Gems of golden understanding
A blessed feast for the seeking eyes
No knowledge deeper there for taking.
Absorb its lessons and daily feed
Your mind and heart with eternal food
Plant there the Truth of God's own Seed
And all your life, your fruit will be Good.
We do not live on bread alone
Man's life is not just mere possessions,
For human wisdom is frail on its own
And only in God can we find Salvation.
'Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding.
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He will make your paths straight.'
PROVERBS 3: 5-6
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 18,2010
Philippines
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Mother's Work (Nonet)
Their invisible bond never ends
Life cord that ties child to mother
Love connects, as she attends
Unselfish tender care
Child grows maturing
The bond is there
Character
Growing
Strength.
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What's Cooking?
So how are you,
Have you pulled through?
Still wallowing in pills
Content with your ills?
Those drugs you use
Of course you'll abuse
There's no easy way
You escape it today
Just a quick trip
To put you to sleep
A nice harmless high
That will make you fly
Those drugs aren't cool
Turned you into a fool
That child was a friend
Your eyes saw a chicken
Slashed her throat dry
Intending to fry
And then you were sober
But her life was over
So now you serve time
For that heinous crime
Blamed the drugs you get
But never forget
All the pills you were taking
Had your brains a-cooking!
'There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to destruction.'
PROVERBS 16: 25
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
May 8,2009
Philippines
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Can You, A Jar of clay?
How can a lowly piece of clay
Unto the Master Potter say:
'Let me be You for I am me,
Enough to be what I can be.'
Release me from Your Hand Divine,
Alone I stand, my life is mine.
My puny mental capacity
Can plan the course of the galaxy.
I will fix all worldly tangled mess,
Yes I can solve it with success -
Correct the climate, filter sunlight,
Outlive all beings though I'm finite.
I will cure diseases with one click,
Stop all wars, peace is quick.
From heaven pour all currency,
To rid the world of poverty.
In my spare time, piece of cake-
Rapists, murderers I will remake.
All these evils I will remove,
Just make me You, this I will prove.
I need no cross to save mankind,
That is passe and quite unkind.
I will set us up a world consortium,
I will even build my own asylum.
Make me You, I bet You will see
My little view is not blasphemy.
One more thing, God, can you tell?
For my info, is there a hell?
Then the Master Potter set
That jar of clay from earth's closet,
Released it from His Mighty Hand,
It broke to pieces, ground to sand.
Now just a sort of mild direction,
To jars of clay with like ambition-
Humbly think before you say,
You will run the world, can you...
a clay?
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August 10,2008
Philippines
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
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A Better Fix
Today's young people want a quick fix
In those drugs and drinks that they can get
And so in much trouble they get to mix
With their lives destroyed, filled with regret.
But another alternative is there for you
It's just waiting for your daily taking
A very good fix it can assure you
And make you productive in your living.
God's Word is power for success
And from it you must not depart
Kept in your life, it will surely bless
Your soul, and Peace will fill your heart.
Unload your baggage as it' s getting late
In Life, when you fix your human eyes
On Jesus the Perfecter of your faith
You'll run with strength and be very wise.
'The fear of the Lord leads to life,
Then one rests content, untouched by trouble.'
Proverbs 19: 23
'He who walks with the wise, grows wise,
but a companion of fools suffers harm.'
Proverbs 13: 20
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain -Baello
February 18,2010
Philippines
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Life Story
To Hope is life's necessity
To dream is Freedom sought,
Each day is Opportunity
Another step to Growth.
To Love is truly caring
Affection pure and good
And Faith in God believing
His Grace is spirit food.
To try again is Courage
And to work is Dignity
Thus recorded in our page
This is our Life Story.
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February 2,2010
Tarlac City Philippines
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Cynthia Buhain- Baello
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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