A Heart After God
A heart that looks at God above
Is always filled within
By the purest color of His love
And not by the shallowness of skin.
A heart that dwells with God all day
Has room there for His Word to keep
It always beats in Love to pray
And give to Him all due worship.
A heart that rests in God will be
In comfort filled with inner Peace
Its songs of Joy eternally
Flow from the Presence that is His.
A heart that hopes in God endures
Times of loss, or tears, or strife.
It knows His promises are sure
Here in this world and after life.
'For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you; plans to give you a hope and a future.' (Jeremiah 29: 11)
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August 4,2010
Cynthia Buhain Baello
Tarlac City
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Endurance
Our Life is woven with Adversity
And the race is really a marathon,
Endurance requires persistence
And only the tough keep running on.
What challenge is there in passivity?
Empty of excitement and victory-
I would rather run battles, scarred to see
I'm over my mountains and I've crossed my seas.
So rather than sit in the bench and watch
I move on with hope and determination
My dreams and hopes are all mine to catch
Each step getting closer to my aspirations.
Leveled mountains, parted seas
When turmoil comes, there is a way
The troubles then may not all cease,
But God gives strength for everyday.
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'For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future'.... JEREMIAH 29: 11
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February 5,2009
Philippines
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From Past to Future
Looking at the man who was to be her husband, she thought back on her old life. All the hopes and dreams she'd had, the tragedies that had been hers. Knowing she was ready for her her new life she said to the preacher, 'I do'. As she kissed him, the man who now held the title of her husband, she also kissed the past goodbye. There was a future planned for her, far better than those lost hopes and dreams she'd left behind.
-Jeremiah 29: 11 'For I know the plans I have for you', declares the Lord ' plans to prosper you and not to harm you plans, to give you a hope and a future.'
Experiencing God
You make known to me
the paths of life,
And when I pray-
You speak, I listen.
You fill my soul
with a Presence
I cannot grasp,
You live, I die.
You let me see
the depth of Love,
Your Glory comes-
You Are, I am.
You leave no room
for fear or questions,
Your Word I trust-
You lead, I follow.
You are Provider
of all I need,
More than enough-
You give, I'm blessed.
You are Faithful
And so True
Your Word is life!
You are God, I love you.
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'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving kindness...' (Jeremiah 31: 3)
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June 23,2009
Philippines
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Just When I needed You
Was it the twist of Fate
Or a wink of Destiny
Or the humor of fleeting Chance
That Love brought you to me?
It was a time of sadness
And this heart had so much pain
But you came and filled it with gladness
Yes, to love again was not in vain.
The second Love they say is best
Now I believe that is really true
And all my hurts were put to rest
For you came... just when I needed you!
I love you and thank you!
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August 16.2010
Philippines
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Not the End When Love Ends
It is not the end when Love ends
That's just a brief consoling respite
For you'll never know what the Future sends
Soon another Love may come with it.
Like the Spring or Summer it returns
With the songs of joy that it imparts
A new love awakens and passion yearns
Then faster are the beatings of the heart.
Yes the Past holds beautiful memories
Remember not to close your heart's door
Because Love will come on times as these
And happier are the memories than before.
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Co pyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
August 16,2010
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A Speck of Dust
Hopes for today and plans for tomorrow
Lofty ideals and noble dreams
In an instant can turn into a day of sorrow
For Life is short and so fleeting it seems.
Time and Goals need to be early married
And the young need to focus mind and heart
Opportunity never for once tarried.
And Success can always quickly depart.
In a second, all can be out of sight
All men destined to be carcass
Like a breath, a flickering candle light
We are specks of dust, mere leaves of grass.
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'Teach us to number our days aright
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.'
PSALM 90: 12
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Februrary 12,2010
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Forgetting
Now comes the last goodbyes
The longing is no longer there
The sighing ceased and dry the eyes
Hearts now are free from love and care.
Words have emptied of their sweetness
Gazes are far and never meet
Blank looks that all speak of sadness
The promised future we now forfeit.
The stage is set for the forgetting
All things must end with time someday
Release the past with all forgiving
We tried to love but it's gone away.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
Tarlac City
August 16, 2010
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Guilt's Toy
A chicken does not lay a chick,
It lays an egg.
A cartooned heart can never beat
Though it is red.
A dozen bells grouped up
Can never be a gong
And sounds mixed just enough
Can never birth a song.
Doves that fly to many places
Do not make each landing 'home'
Copied titles and some phrases
Cannot be woven to a 'poem'
Words and verses when stolen
May give a moment's joy
But mark this truth that in the end
That messed up life is Guilt's own toy.
-February 1,2010
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Tarlac City
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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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
July 11,2009
Philippines
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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
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Blues, No Rhythm (Cinquain)
Broken
Is he who lost
The will for life and love
To hold the future in his heart
With hope.
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June 5,2009 Tarlac City Philippines
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Buried Treasure
You are not gone for I have you
In my heart's treasured memory
Where even Time cannot subdue
Love that was eternally free..
No changing seasons will fly past
No summer, fall, or cold winter
Will ever touch, my love will last
For its own spring remains forever.
I have you here and you are mine
The treasure sealed and sea-buried
There is no key, no cabled line
And the anchor there, all but rusted.
No hope for it to be uncovered
Unearthed, revealed, again displayed-
Yes, I have you to be remembered
And a heart of gold for you there laid.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 8,2010
Philippines
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A Larger Plan
You set your mind and your heart, on your goal right from the start.
You then begin to plan a course, consulting every available source.
As you plan for hopes and needs, you also plant a few extra seeds,
Placing just a few irons in the fire, and this plan’s for a future desire.
However, you can never be quite sure, just which plans will endure,
Or which plans made in this life, could lead you into unknown strife.
When you fall into times of strife, God’s Plan creates a peaceful life.
So as you choose to plan ahead, be sure you seek His Plan instead.
Times change; we know not why, and some dreams will tend to die.
Even when your directions change, real Hope will remain the same.
What truly never dies is real hope, the staying force helps you cope,
Helps you cope in changing times, when your plans are misaligned.
This is the Hope from up above, which changes lives by God’s Love.
Our Blessed Hope in Jesus Christ, is the stabilizing force in this life.
Friend, the only hope that will endure, is the Hope in Christ our Lord.
He extends beyond an earthly hope, expanding to an eternal scope.
You can make your plans my friend, but God directs them in the end,
For The Lord God has a larger plan, and wants to include every man.
But you my friend must do your part, and have a real change of heart,
Then when real change does come, you’ll be in Eternity with His Son.
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At Sixty
At sixty, one will surely find
There is a very little trace
Of fleeting dreams in aging minds -
What's left is just some empty space.
At sixty, one finds excess time
For sadness and regrets,
For unshed tears were lost in years -
A place gray memories are set.
At sixty, there is little hope
To mend the pained and broken heart,
The failing sight now try to grope
At all the prospects that depart.
At sixty, prayers lost and said
Like ghosts now randomly returning -
Each night, as one there lays in bed
To God his peace he will be making.
'To man belong the plans of the heart,
But from the Lord comes the reply of the tongue.'
Proverbs 16: 1
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
July 24,2009
Philippines
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Heart Anesthesia
Oh give me anesthesia
This breaking heart is torment!
I'll even take amnesia
To forget this pain Love sent.
Can't take the trip of Romeo
And Juliet in their exit,
Suicide's quick I know
But life's too fun to delete.
A doze of gin or brandy
May provide the cure I need
These bottles come in handy
But my pockets they will bleed.
A new source of euphoria,
An attraction that is new -
That's good heart anesthesia
And I hope that one is YOU.
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August 6,2009
Tarlac City
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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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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Without You
Since you were gone
Each breath I take
Leaves me undone
As my heart breaks.
Deep despair
And cutting pain,
You are not there
I'm alone again.
Endless dying
Loss and torment,
Ceaseless crying -
My strength is spent.
Oh please return!
Each day I die,
Let your love burn,
New hope, for you and I.
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August 6,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
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The love i couldn't give
She begs and craves all day,
for the love i couldn't give
She hopes and filled her fate
with the love i couldn't give.
Her smile is filled with hope,
of the love i couldn't give
her heart is sad but strong
for the love i couldn't give.
Her days is filled with hope and love,
for the love i couldn't give
her heart is mild but torn
because of the love i couldn't give.
She wished for just a day of love,
for the love i couldn't give
my heart is lost and gone
now there is no love i could give.
My heart is far from me,
there's no love i could give
my hope is far but deep withing
for the love i couldn't give.
My past came like a GIFT,
and stole my heart from me.
Leaving me hollow and empty,
now there's no love i could give.
My present wants so much love from me,
but there's no love i could give
i'll bring her smile all day,
even with the love i couldn't give.
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Rights
Blatant disrespect is not a right
When another's freedom is transgressed
For to use your art to start a fight
Is like stepping down on the oppressed
And there the freedom draws a line
Cutting in what is called abuse
You have your rights and I have mine
Remember to put that art to good use.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
Tarlac City August 16,2010
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