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
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February 26,2010
Philippines
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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
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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Amazing GOD!
I know how it is to be lost
Rejected, scorned and abused.
I know the feeling and the cost
Of being unloved, cheated and used.
The hidden wounds, they always bleed
The angry words... they keep returning.
And through the years they all seemed healed
Those emotional scars just keep on hurting.
I used to hide under my bed.
My tears would dry as I fall asleep.
The fear and pain go through my head
And there's no one there to whom I can weep.
In anguished cry I called His name -'Jesus! '
No other word, not a scream for help.
He came, embraced me and called me... 'Child'
From then on His Loving Kindness I felt.
'Your days are written in My Book
Before any of them came to be-
I have you in the palm of My Hand, just look
Your tears are recorded in eternity.'
Today you are My treasured possession
Nothing in creation can separate us,
I bought you on the Cross of Redemption,
You received Me when you said 'Jesus''.
Now Earth has nothing that I can desire
For God is my Strength and Portion forever
My Lord and Savior, my Consuming Fire
I was lost now I'm found, Jesus My Redeemer!
'Before they call, I will answer;
While they are yet speaking, I will hear.'
ISAIAH 65: 24
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'...and call upon ME in the day of trouble;
I will deliver you and you will honor Me.'
Psalm 50: 15
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February 18,2010
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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February 3,2010
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Apolutrosis (Redemption)
In utter humility,
Yeshua came to be
Taking on humanity,
To ransom you and me.
From Genesis it was done
The apolutrosis of man-
The Godhead devised the plan,
And so the Son became Man.
Jesus Christ, One Redeemer
And His Blood, our Purifier,
The One and only Mediator
And there is no other Savior.
'Tetelestai! ' Jesus cried-
'It is finished! ' then He died,
Eternal debt was put aside,
And so in Him will Truth abide.
Man's false doctrine tries to mix
A human being as 'mediatrix'
Redemption's glory to affix-
To a woman unaware of the fix.
'I Am the Lord there is no other,
Apart from Me there is no God.'
Why give glory to the mother
When only Jesus shed His Blood?
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'Tetelestai' -Hebrew for 'fully paid'
'Apolutrosis' -Greek for 'full ransom paid'
'I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,
no one comes to the Father except through Me.'
JOHN 14: 6
'For there is One Mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself as a ransom for all men - the testimony given in its proper time.'
2 TIMOTHY 2: 5
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April 2009
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)
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February 24,2010
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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February 18,2010
Philippines
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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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Ask, Seek, Knock
I sank in my quicksand life of confusion,
Had knowledge and learning, had a degree,
Engulfed in theology and false religion
But I did not have spiritual eyes that see.
So much learning will never fill the space
In the human heart that's reserved for God
For only His Truth and His loving Grace
Had set me free from the limbo I had.
Moses said 'His Words are not just idle words'
For 'They are spirit and they are life'
The beginning of Wisdom and Truth accord
An active living sword, sharper than a knife.
'Ask and you shall receive' This I have done.
'Seek and you will find, ' and Truth had set me free,
'Knock and it will opened unto you, ' change had begun,
This seeker found in Christ full victory!
From Darkness to Light
From Emptiness to Fullness
From Brokenness to Wholeness
From Cursed to Blessedness
What more can I ask, what more left to seek?
Christ had turned my mourning into dancing!
Peace, Joy, Freedom, from the Lamb so meek
Each day His work in me goes on transforming.
Like a good movie I had seen, I have to tell you
For if I fail, the rocks and the trees will shout
What God did for me, He can also do for you
As you ask, seek, knock, for Him with no doubt.
'The Lord is near to all who call on Him,
to all who call on Him in truth.'
Psalm 145: 18
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February 21,2010
Philippines
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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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A Kind of Love Not Needed
Flickering shadows
Memories of the past
Gray tomorrows
Promises do not last
Fading words you said
Leave sad empty feelings
The Love I gave not needed
Had led to our parting
Regrets may come too late
And reality is now here
The heart must face its fate
With goodbye... falls the tear.
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February 24,2010
Philippines
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My God and Friend
He’s my God, my Lord, and a friend, who sticks closer than a brother,
He is one in whom you can depend, for comfort, more than any other,
He is a friend through thick and thin, the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
Who saved us from all of our sin, by becoming for us God’s sacrifice.
And for this, He became our Savior, but my friend He’s so much more,
As Christ my friend, He’s our Creator; one good reason He is our Lord.
However, Jesus lords not over us, and by God’s Grace we understand,
That all of those who in Him trust, He guides them with His gentle hand.
Dear friend, as our Creator God, there’s not one thing He doesn’t know,
And knowing all this earth we trod, Christ directs us in which way to go.
And Christ knows just how He will, provide for us each and every need,
And every need for our Lord to fill, is for our Creator a tiny task indeed.
The Lord God does all of this in love, from His Glorious Eternal Throne,
Reaching down from Heaven above, to care for those He calls His own.
But dear friend, before any of this, I stood all alone, lost and depraved,
I then received Christ’s Righteousness, when by His Grace I was saved.
It was on that day, which I believed, by faith in Christ Jesus as my Lord,
And from God the Father I received, new life through Christ forevermore.
So now He is my God and my friend, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
In a relationship, which has no end, as through Jesus I enter Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©09/2007)
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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A Love Letter
Hello, I hope that you are well
Since we said our last goodbye
I miss you so much, you can tell
I have not forgotten, though I try.
Things have not changed, that is true
And though you have moved on today
My love remains, nothing I can do
It always shows, no matter what I say.
So you have someone else - it's alright.
Letting you go is really for the best.
To hold on to you- yes, I have no right
To leave you is to give myself due rest.
So Dearest, take care and be happy
I have memories when you were mine,
I just wrote this short note to sincerely
Wish you the best...Happy Valentine!
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February 13,2010
Philippines
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Weighed But Found Lacking
Like a fly nestled on the cow's back
Deceived that it's taller than its real size
Arrogance cannot see what it really lacks
And cannot perceive the plank from its eyes.
Proud to declare superiority
And quick to pronounce sweeping judgements,
Arrogance needs little remedy
In making its rules laid in sentiments.
With sight shaded by a controlling Self
All others dim from importance.
Like a book occupying a whole shelf -
All written work pale in its Dominance.
But 'the humble will be exalted,
And as 'pride goes before destruction'
The lowly writers may soon be read -
While the arrogant led to oblivion.
'God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.' (Prov.3: 34)
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February 9,2010
Philippines
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Strength From God
As more darkness looms ahead, I will look to my Savior instead,
For God’s strength, one more time, in this trial, not of my design,
And as God’s done before, strength He’ll supply and much more,
As God leads me through the night, in His strength and His might.
My own endurance through this trial, will not last, there’s no denial,
God’s resources, I can’t deplete, so in God, my strength’s replete.
With His strength He gives peace, that, from God, shall not cease,
As He’s helped me in past days, He’ll strengthen me to His praise.
Though weak and frail, I may be, that strength that God grants me,
Helps me through minute to hour, not through mine but His power,
Divine power, He extends by grace, for each and every trial I face,
Through the strength of The Lord, I know my ways will be restored.
Through my own strength I would fall, but, He is Lord God over all,
Over all the ways, within my life, as I follow The Lord, Jesus Christ,
Who guides me each and every day, lighting even the darkest way,
By God, dark days are not ignored, for I’m led by Christ, my Lord,
When I am weak, He is strong, so following God, I can’t go wrong;
Grace God sends by His design, into my life, at just the right time,
So never is it too early or too late, as for God’s grace I never wait,
For He Who cares so much for me, is The Lord God, over Eternity.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
My Valentine Is Blue
The day of Hearts approaching
And you, I will be missing
That Valentine card is still here
Catching my every tear.
For another love had taken
And left me lonely and forsaken
Words on cards are never true
My Valentine isn't red... but blue.
If only words can deliver
This card's beloved Sender
What a great day Valentine!
Same as last year -
when you were mine.
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 3,2010
Philippines
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His Present Peace
A peace the world does not afford, is granted to us by The Lord,
Peace which one cannot explain, given in the power of His Name,
The Lord and Savior from above, provides this peace I speak of,
An abundant peace to all of us, who in Christ, have put their trust.
The peace afforded all by Grace, sustains us in the darkest place,
Even through the darkest night, peace from God becomes a light.
And in the light of God’s Word, His Peace to us isn’t just inferred,
God’s Peace to us is guaranteed, for Christ Himself, has decreed.
God’s Peace, is offered to all of us, from the lips of Christ Jesus,
While in this world of tribulation, we have peace through Salvation,
When our trials, by men are ignored, we draw hope from The Lord,
Who, while darkness does increase, with His Light gives us peace.
Earthly things are often priced, but, not the Peace of Jesus Christ,
As its true worth is immeasurable, all provided by The Father’s will,
Provided by Him, absolutely free, to all believers, like you and me,
Transcending all we understand, while guided by our Father’s hand.
Christ’s Peace isn’t of this world; this is the victory we must herald,
For with His Peace there is hope, and His strength to help us cope,
When our trials seem not so right, to point all men to Christ’s Light,
As we live in the world’s uncertainty, with hearts at home in Eternity.
(Copyright ©01/2010)
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.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 24,2010
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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March 12,2009
Philippines
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