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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February 9,2010
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A Man Is
Shall we all go like phantoms in the night?
Drifting shadows, hollow mists of reasons vague?
Defeat and sorrow, these we have in sight
Concluding thoughts that life is just a plague?
Where now are noble virtues laid by men
Those that soared in dreams where eagles fly
Birthing Honor, Love, in Courage given
Laid Freedom's rock, in Bravery fortify?
Shall we surrender to misconceived agenda
That we are nothing and from nothing end
That all life came from the lowly amoeba
A final state where we by Death will send.
Humanity is meant for a higher purpose
And a mere existence is not truly Life
For Laughter, Love, and Friendships close
All these mundane questions and worldly strife.
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February 27,2010
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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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February 18,2010
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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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Life's Golden Nuggets
A friendly word that sparks a little hope
A hand to hold when on the downward slope
Care and love expressed in warm embrace
Makes light the obstacles in life one has to face
Someone there to listen and to share
When times are dark and all seems so unfair
To stand together in sun and sometimes rain
A shoulder there to cry on when there is pain
Yes, Life's golden little nuggets do not come
In bars of gold, but in small things their worth become.
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March 5,2010
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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
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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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Wishful Dreams
In dreams persistently you are
A present vision, ever haunting
At night like a brilliant distant star
The sight of you fills me with longing.
You call my name there in my dreams
Embraced I am in fleeting shadows
You hold my hand like fading moonbeams
But you're not there in my tomorrows.
If life could be lived in wishful dreams
No waking up in the brightness of sun
Together we will be forever it seems
Of days and of parting... there will be none.
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February 22,2010
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For John and Wayne
We all had past regrets
But take a moment's pause
The pain we must forget
And the scars these may have caused.
With hope, we move on forward
Unhindered by those hurts,
For the future holds rewards
And ways to regain self-worth.
Each passing day is ours
A chance to win our battles-
Though with age, Time's quickening hours
May soon take us out of the hurdle.
As a friend and a fellow soldier
We hold friendship in the battle of life
With our God and with all our prayers
We'll find victory through all the strife!
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February 22,2010
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Lesson From Oscar de la Hoya
Life is ten percent of what happens to you
And the ninety percent of how you react
Choices make what soon becomes of you
And that my friend, is the undeniable fact.
Choices can make or break the man you are
And no one else is responsible for your life
Family will reinforce your choice so far
Still you have the will to grow or stay in strife.
'L ife is 10% what happens to you and 90% of how you react to it'
(Chuck Swindoll)
Source: 'Anderson 360' CNN live interview on Oscar de la Hoya.
'Gangs and Street Violence'
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March 11,2010
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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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February 2010
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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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February 18,2010
Philippines
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Faithfulness
When someone whom you love
Does the same rash things you do
And so you feel a similar pain
In life, that is equality... and true.
For words and actions done or said
Mean nothing substantially concrete,
Unless one swears upon all dead
With faithfulness, seals Love complete.
Cherish the love you have that's rare
Love is a gold coin you spend only once
Foolish games and times you're unfair
May later forfeit your one last chance.
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March 2,2010
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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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February 3,2010
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Example
What we feed to the children
In words, actions, and example
Will later form them in the end
Into better or bitter people.
The attitudes and views we give
Our children will readily observe
Into vessels they are thus received
These things of life they absorb.
Our many words and our little ways
They will influence and they will mold
As we see the youth's passing days
We reproduce the children we now hold.
So with care and with much diligence
Let us all take heed what we say
And with greater watchfulness hence
Guard our thoughts and actions today.
'We teach what we know,
we reproduce what we are.'
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February 27,2010
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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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February 25,2009
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Communication
Communication is touching
Another with sincerity
Not just with verbal teaching
Conversing absently.
It is the human spirit
That reaches forth with care
Words so laden with it
In love and knowledge share.
Crossing space and distance
Communication frees
It is the golden chance
For friendship and for peace.
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February 24,2010
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Take Two
Angry goodbyes can break our hearts
Quick words released, they can resound
And open doors where Love departs
Then fleeting Joy cannot be found.
But like the dove that flies back home
One word of 'Sorry' can bring healing
Like a second read of a much-loved poem
That word returns the loving feeling.
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February 27,2010
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God Waits For You T0 Come
Jesus God, our Healer, Friend
Ever present loving Savior
Come to Him, all you who weary
Heavy laden, life survivors.
He will never turn you away
Just come and call upon His Name
You need not excellently pray
Be yourself, He'll take you just the same.
In life, we all go around searching
Like wandering sheep that go astray
When all the while the Lord is waiting
For us to come to Him today.
Your burden He is more than able
To carry, cure, and dissipate
For with God, nothing is impossible!
Don't lose your life, it is not too late.
He is your Comfort, your Burden Bearer
Your Sun and Shield, your Hiding Place
The Rock of Ages, great Redeemer!
The Lord is gracious to show His Face.
'The Lord is my Rock, my Fortress and my Deliverer,
my God is my rock, in Whom I take refuge.
He is my Shield and the Horn of my Salvation,
my stronghold.'
Psalm 18: 2
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February 25,2010
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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)
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February 24,2010
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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
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