A Failed Leadership
A path was drawn for his leadership,
No man had ever been more blessed,
Destined by God to loosen the grip
Of Philistine hold and grant Israel rest.
Born through the hand of the Almighty,
To a sterile woman and set apart for God,
A Nazirite from birth, strong physically,
He sadly grew up to be a stubborn lad.
He was weak with women and in character,
Devoid of respect and had a quick temper,
Prone to resolve all issues with anger
Through violent rage ending up with murder.
With all his physique, he failed to free
His land Israel from her captivity.
Revenge was his focus, his main agenda
Till he fell in love with sly Delilah.
Empty in the head and never had a plan,
Samson was a strong hunk but failed as a man.
Delilah had used him and with his sight gone,
He ended up a toy for the Philistine fun.
At the last minute, he prayed for God's mercy,
His strength was restored albeit in futility,
He died in his blindness physically
But then he saw Truth spiritually.
In the Book of Judges, he is remembered
As the man with potentials for great leadership,
Without God in his life, his purpose was hindered,
In death he lost that success from his grip.
There are Samsons today, in our times.
With all their knowledge, they engage in crime,
For strength and power, dollars and dimes,
Failed leadership is a generation's slime.
' 'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit', says the Lord Almighty.'
ZECHARIAH 4: 6
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
March 8,2009
Philippines
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Samson & Delilah
If I had my way, I would tear this old building down.
Well delilah was a woman, she was fine and fair,
She had good looks, God knows, and coal black hair,
Delilah she gained old samsons mind.
When first he saw this woman, you know he couldnt believe his mind.
Delilah she climbed up on samsons knee,
Said tell me where your strength lies if you please.
She spoke so kind and she talked so fair,
Well samson said, delilah cut off my hair.
You can shave my head, clean as my hand
And my strength will become as natural as any old man.
If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.
You read about samson, all from his works,
He was the strongest man that ever had lived on earth.
One day when samson was walking along,
Looked down on the ground, he saw an old jawbone.
He stretched out his arm, God knows, chains broke like thread,
When he got to moving, ten thousand was dead.
If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.
Now samson and the lion, they got in a tack,
Samson he crawled up on the lions back.
You read about this lion, he killed a man with his paws,
But samson got his hands around that lions jaws.
He ripped the beast till he killed him dead.
The bees made honey in the lions head.
If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way,
I would tear this old building down.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Ostrich Men
Ostrich bury their heads on sand
Denying realities adversely at hand.
Ducking down the easy escape from light
Their sand holes cover obstacles from sight.
Some men in leadership may be ostrich men
They parlay the necessity to face truth and then
Mislead their countrymen in fatal delusions
All the while preaching their vague misconceptions.
Though warned and informed, they seem comatose
Unable with logic, to scrutinize, I suppose
The warnings were given but they failed so to act
Now they censure the information and hide all the facts.
What then do we do to these ostrich men?
I suggest cut their heads off, throw them out the pen.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 12,2010
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For My Brother Robert
MY BROTHER ROBERT
February 25,2009
God blessed your life, we know He did.
Your hopes and dreams were all fulfilled.
You did your best and gave your all,
And with honest work, you stood tall.
You loved with all your heart and life,
Your children and your faithful wife.
The best, a husband you had been,
And an even best father, we all have seen.
Now that you're fighting your last battle,
I pray God hold you in this hurdle.
Each day your strength has ebbed away,
But may He comfort you today.
May God in His great loving kindness,
Ease your pain, with mercy bless-
Your life and soul held here and after,
Embraced eternal by God our Father.
I love my dear brother.
(Robert Buhain Sr. November 18,1951 - March 14,2009)
Succumbed to cancer of the kidney
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 25,2009
Philippines
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Crossing My Sea
I am crossing my red sea
And the waters are high
They're over and above me
And they make me cry.
The burdens are heavy
Gargantuan tasks
The challenges many
More than I can ask.
The staff that You gave me
Is this little pen
For writing is surely
What You intend.
I am crossing my red sea
And my hopes will be bright
As long as You're with me
My life is alright.
My needs You do know
As I journey across
I will trust You and so
I will not suffer loss.
Hold my hand in this sea
Many times I will stumble
Let me reach victory
For I know You are able!
'I love You, O Lord, my Strength.'
Psalm 18: 1
May 25,2009
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Philippines
February 3,2010
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My Redeemer Lives!
Even when I am old and gray
Lord, I will sing You praise
And though my life may ebb away
I will declare Your amazing Grace!
For You, O God have held me through
My darkest hours and human failings
A Faithful God, Lord You are True
You changed my mournings into dancing.
You are the Father to the fatherless
Near to the lost and brokenhearted
Shield for the lonely and the hopeless
Healer of the downcast and afflicted.
When my strength and flesh shall decay
I know the God Whom I believed
I know that my Savior for me prays
Jesus Christ, My Redeemer lives!
' Even when I am old and gray
do not forsake me, O God,
till I declare Your Power to the
next generation, Your might to all
who are to come.'
Psalm 71: 18
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 26,2010
Philippines
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Listening and Learning
Be slow to speak,
But be quick to listen
You will gain what you seek,
Like all wise men.
The one who observes
Learns a treasure of truth,
And soon will he serve
With excellence, contribute.
Be slow with your anger
And be careful with words
You'll be free from much danger
And your life from discord.
There is strength in meekness
In holding one's temper
It's the sign of true greatness,
Of honor and character.
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'A good listener is not only popular
everywhere, but after a while he knows
something.'
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July 22,2009
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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His Royal Nakedness
All the great crown jewels
Never can make a man wise.
And all his good education may well
Mirage the False in our eyes.
All the flimsy wealth and gold
Can't hide the inner vacuum there.
A hollow character sadly told
His imprudence everywhere!
Youth is never a good excuse
For Actions betray its Source.
From those where Leadership takes dues
Decency's always the right recourse.
While all the world has Poverty
And the working class aches with taxes,
The web is having such a big party
Seeing His Royal Nakedness.
Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 23,2012
Philippines
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A Writer's Prayer
In my nothingness, be glorified
For everything I have all come from You,
Remove the dross and foolish pride
With grace, bless everything I do.
Guide my writing with Your Light
Your Words of Truth inspire me,
May all that comes from pen be right
That all men come to see.
Bless the words with Your great Power
A wondrous working from above,
For You, oh God, made me a writer
Declare the hope of Your Mercy and Love!
'The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life,
turning a man from the snares of death.'
Proverbs 14: 27
'I have come that they may have Life, and have it to the full.'
John 10: 10
February 2,2010
Philippines
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My Heart Worships You (Psalm)
O Lord, this world has nothing
To offer for my happiness
I found in You my everything
My life's so wonderfully blessed.
From birth, Lord, You have known me
You wove me in my mother's womb
You care for me so faithfully-
Love from the cradle to my tomb.
All my days are in Your Book,
You know the words that leave my lips,
My heart has yearned for years to look
For You the God that I worship.
Now You have found me I will be
All Yours my God for eternity,
Your love like Fire consumes completely,
Justice, Righteousness there for me.
Why should I fear the words of man?
No weapon formed against me stands,
Your Word refutes each one of them,
And through it all You hold my hand.
You are my God, I worship You!
My heart will glorify in praise-
All works You've done and what You are:
The God of Kindness, Love and Peace.
I soar on wings like an eagle's
Oh my spirit soars in Your wings!
Of mourning there's very little
For my heart in joy and love, it sings!
Your will is all that I desire,
To follow You where You lead me
And loving You I'll never tire,
Each breath I take to worship Thee.
'Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom,
or the strong man boast of his strength,
or the rich man boast of his riches.
but let him who boasts, boast abou this:
that he understand and knows Me,
That I am the Lord, Who exercises Kindness, Justice,
and Righteousness on earth....for in these I delight.'
JEREMIAH 9: 23-24
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
April 12,2009
Philippines
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Inner Peace From God
My hopes like shipwrecked paper boats
Are crushed upon the streams of life.
With nothing to hang on to keep afloat,
Prayer, my anchor, holds me through the
strife.
Weeping I fall prostrate at Your feet,
'I love You, O Lord, my Strength.'
Your Divine comfort and grace complete,
Engulfs my soul in infinite length.
Your inner peace surrounds me like walls
And You, O God, are my glory within.
The broken, You love- and those who fall,
The contrite of heart, You redeem from sin.
There is nothing on earth that can give me this,
Unconditional love and Your inner peace.
'And I Myself will be a wall of fire around it, declares the Lord, 'and I will be its glory within.'
ZECHARIAH 2: 5
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July 11,2009
Philippines
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Change
The past is over and cannot be undone
And so to move forward I have to let go.
Thoughts of tomorrow always hinder one,
The worries and the fears only make me slow.
Today is a time that I still can mold,
Today is a good start to take a good look.
Change is still there for me to hold,
My lessons of today are tommorrow's
books.
Focus on goals for time can't be lost,
I can't just rock the boat- need to sink it too.
For change to happen, there is always a cost
I must rid of the old to create something new.
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'Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;
the old has gone, the new has come.'
2 Corithians 5: 7
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 8,2009
Philippines
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From Emptiness to Fullness
From out of the depth of emptiness
His hand reached out in Divine Love,
My soul to ransom from its death,
With mercy show the way above.
He led me to my crucifixion
Of self and doubt and blinded pride.
To die there in my Calvary
With my Lord and Savior by my side.
Without my cross there is no filling
No Holy Spirit there residing,
My Self is slain there on that hill
For God, He did the resurrecting.
He cannot fill what He cannot have
Nor change the heart He cannot mold.
As the way is absolute surrender,
My life is no longer mine to hold.
He gave me His greatest proof of Love
His fullness in me through Jesus Christ.
With His Holy Spirit as my witness,
I'm bought with a Ransom, a great Price.
'I have been crucified with Christ, and I no longer live, but Christ Who lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, Who loved me and gave Himself for me.'
GALATIANS 2: 20
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 12,2009
Philippines
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If I Had The Cure For Cancer
I can sense the tinge of annoyance
You have for the work of my pen,
I regret to cause a disturbance
In your spirit, it's about God again.
But Friend, will it not be better-
There's no time to be wasted today,
And if I had the cure for cancer,
Would you like me to hide it away?
It's for you I have been praying,
That you take His Gift and be free
Your cancer of soul is advancing,
And the cure is His Love and Mercy.
Your discouragement and deep anger,
All regrets and past bitterness,
Toss the soul to malignant cancer
That leaves you victim to distress.
He is a better cure for cancer,
For eternity your soul will be well.
That is why I endure your anger,
I won't like you confined into hell.
'Heal me, O Lord, and I will be healed;
save me and I will be saved, for You are the One I praise, '
Jeremiah 17: 14
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
June 29,2009
Philippines
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His Word Is Alive
Seeds of Life that germinate
In ready soils of hungered hearts,
Alive and active when sown, pulsate
With the newness of life that it imparts.
Not idle words but Words of Truth,
They cleanse the souls and sanctify.
Eventually they will grow roots
That will encourage and edify.
These Seeds do not return when sown,
Empty and void with sterile worth-
Life-changing power it makes known
It is from God it was sent forth.
In times of battle it is a Sword
Sharper than a double-edged one,
For Evil always flees God's Word
And his works are cut, his deeds undone.
When used in prayer, spoken in Faith,
It moves mountains with the answers,
It soars the heavens and resonates
It is the key that releases God's Power.
'The law of the Lord is perfect,
reviving the soul,
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
The precepts of the Lord are right,
giving joy to the heart,
The commands of the Lord are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever.'
Psalm 19: 7-9
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
July 7 2009
Philippines
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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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I believe that the will of the people is resolved by a strong leadership. Even in a democratic society, events depend on a strong leadership with a strong power of persuasion, and not on the opinion of the masses.
quote by Yitzhak Shamir
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Mom
The years have not been really kind
Between us are the cruel miles,
I long to hold you and ease your mind,
And be with you even for a while.
The news about your health has numbed me-
Hazy thoughts prevent the tears.
I hope that from pain you are free
Though I'm tormented by these fears.
Five months ago we bid farewell
To your son, my loving brother,
And after that we could not tell
That Dad will follow just a month after.
The scores that Cancer had so taken
Leave us drained with no strength to call.
My heart is wrenched and I am broken,
Too pained to even cry at all.
And now it's you Mom, in its grip-
And Age is no longer your best friend,
Sorrow escapes from this daughter's lips
As dreadful days usher the end.
Mom, I love you... and how I miss you-
All I can give are my fervent prayers,
Whatever God's will is for you
I know He'll keep you in His faithful care.
Robert Buhain Sr. (Nov.18,1951 - March 14,2009)
Vicente Buhain Sr. (April 27,1920 - May 5,2009)
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July 6,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Born From Above
There are many men upon this earth, who never heard of a spiritual birth,
Like Nicodemus, a curious one, a Pharisee, who questioned God’s Son.
Christ replied to Nicodemus in love, that man must be born from above,
Born of God, through Jesus Christ, who came to grant all men New Life.
Not born a second time, physically, but, in Christ, Born Again spiritually,
Born of God’s Spirit, so we can see, with our heart, The Truth of eternity.
With a focus that is now upon God, as you continue on this earthly sod,
With a Hope we didn’t have before, through Jesus Christ our Risen Lord.
Nicodemus, although a religious man, was not fit for God’s Eternal Plan.
For apart from the Savior’s Love, he would not see The Kingdom above.
Alone, man’s religious affiliation, has no bearing on the Lord’s Salvation,
But, simply your belief in God’s Son, who died on a cross for everyone.
To be born again of God’s Spirit, just accept God’s Truth as you hear it,
Just accept Christ, who died for sins, and New Life for you then begins.
All your flesh will remain the same, although you’ve become Born Again,
It’s your heart which God changes, as your inner thoughts He rearranges.
Just like a child is born into life, through faith we’re born in Jesus Christ,
When born anew into God’s family, to become His child through eternity.
Born from above, to live for Him, Jesus Christ, who died for all our sins,
Saving us at the cross of Calvary, Christ provides us a new life eternally.
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The Other Woman
In Love there is strong competition
For the central focus in the heart of a man
Two things divert his male attention,
His lady love and 'the other woman'.
The surge of emotions will at first prevail
And his heart in a trance will follow,
Engrossed in enchantment that never fails
To drown his good reason and plans for tomorrow.
His endless love pledged in quick promises
The moon and the stars he will offer,
Drunk in the ecstasy of her sweet kisses
Even his name he will not remember.
But touch 'the other woman' in his life
Instantly he goes back to his senses,
Guarded like gold with the sharpest knife
His grip so strong and so are his defenses.
Money is the 'other woman' there is to deal,
When pushed to a choice, a man always holds
That precious love he won't let you steal-
For Money, he will leave you out in the cold.
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August 3,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Undecided Love (Naani form)
Between indecision and ambivalence
In passing Time
Drives Love to Absence
Frail Gemini's crime.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
March 2,2010
Philippines
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