Yes I Am A Christian, Does That Bother You?
My words they come
As I want them to
They may cut some
Does that bother you?
I write my thoughts
My own convictions
Whether they are sought
Not my restriction.
You have your freedom
Well so do I!
My faith consumes
That is no lie.
Yes I'm a Christian
Write most of God,
Share Truth to man
That makes me glad.
I write of Love too
It's part of life,
What all men do-
War, pain, and strife.
Don't try to put me
In your own mold
You let me be
My pen, don't hold.
My Christian words
Just let them fall
This is my Sword-
Don't make the call.
My pen construe
I am a Christian-
I have rights too
Like other humans.
'The Lord will keep you from all harm
He will watch over your coming and you going
both now and forevermore.'
Psalm 121: 7-8
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
May 15,2009
Philippines
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I Will Write About You, God
I will write about You,
With my last breath I would.
Your Hand's upon my pen,
Your Words in mind again.
Tried to veer away from it,
Tried some drama and some wit,
But You are so persistent,
Gave the score for my content.
You will not let me go,
I plant Your Words, they will grow
In hearts of hardened soil so barren,
You draw them in, the souls of men.
Now is the time, now is the season,
To write Your Words that is the reason
This gift was given, it's for You.
Until the end...I will write about You.
'For it is God Who works in You, to will and to do according to His good purpose.'
Philippians 2: 13
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June 5,2009
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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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July 7 2009
Philippines
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Words Like Pebbles
Words like pebbles
Thrown down a pond
Will cause some ripples
That go around.
Words like pebbles
Never come back
They sink in people
That they attack.
Words can create
A thousand circles,
Pain resonates
As hurts unfurl.
Words released
Like pebbles drown;
The friendships cease
As they go down.
Hold your words
Hide your pebbles
You cannot afford
To cause the ripples.
The pond is calm
So be blessed
Be friendship's balm
Speak what is best.
'Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise
brings healing.'
Proverbs 12: 18
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A Call for the Youth (Cinquain)
Wake up
Grab your future!
Never let them ruin
Country, hopes, dreams, and family
Freedom!
'Teach us to number our days aright that we may gain
a heart of wisdom.'
Psalm 90: 12
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December 2009
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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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Words Become Lifestyles
Words make the man
And reflect what his heart contains
Thoughts become words
And when spoken they remain
Words that are repeated
Become habits in the end
Habits formed become lifestyles
That later may be hard to amend.
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February 27,2010
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When Eagles Fall
They will fall and not know why
Disaster ruled their beloved land
When Truth and Faith allowed to die
God released them from His Hand.
So They will crawl and eventually die
Their cries and pleas will be in vain
This nation lost, their God deny
Had pledged a partnership with Pain.
Their profane words that degenerate
Their cursive writing that sealed their fate
Like soaring eagles shot with arrows
Swift is their fall and much is their sorrow.
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March 2,2010
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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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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
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The Pen Goes Dry
How I wish I could write
That life's a bed of roses,
It's not one hell of a fight
With ugly wounds and bloody noses,
Just one happy fairy tale
Where no one ever fails.
No heartache there for you and I,
A stage where eyes are always dry.
I'll write of sorrow and of pain
Of standing up to rise again.
I'll write of things as I know best:
That indeed life is a running test.
Why fear vulnerability-
When life is fearful reality?
It is an ugly battlefield-
And denial will not be my shield.
Why hide the shame, the pain, the falling?
That's where you'll find a lot of learning.
To shirk from truth is to live a lie,
That's when my pen will go dry.
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April 6,2009 Tarlac City 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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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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Pride
Pride exalts itself
It cannot ask for help
It cannot even pray
Humbly kneel today
It never bows to ask
It wears a stoical mask
Pride can breed anger
Can't forgive the offender.
It goes for years in heights
A pedestal of Rights
Knows only 'I, me, mine'
As long as Self is fine.
No pity, no compassion
Just selfish, rude emotions
It cannot say 'I'm sorry'
Though mistakes are many.
It craves full attention
Wearing self-exaltation
Seeks applause of men
Its name up there again.
The Spirit, it cannot receive
In self-effort it believes
Not really needing God-
Pride? Makes me so very sad.
'In his pride the wicked does not seek Him; in all his thoughts there is no room for God.'
Psalm 10: 4
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April 28,2009
Philippines
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My Idea Book (Cinquain)
Richness
Treasured pages
Gems of wisdom therein -
Bountiful ink from which I write
Bible.
'The unfolding of Your Words gives light;
it gives understanding to the simple.'
Psalm 119: 130
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July 7,2009
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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
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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.
Copyright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 5,2010
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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
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March 8,2009
Philippines
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Words of Grace
Words that uplift another
Are words God blessed with grace
They leave the hearer feeling better
And show respect for the human race.
Words, not curses, bear eternal fruit
And multiply the goodness in life
These words should then be our pursuit
Not cursing words that will cause strife.
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February 25,2010
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A Lesson From Escalante
It was an instant in eternity
Some words that strike and linger
Touch cords in one's humanity
With wisdom to make one ponder
In life we face inevitable truth
There is some failure and defeat
But lessons learned from these bear fruit
When falling comes, to rise and meet
Again to face life's challenges
To not bow down nor count the falling
But to write there boldly in life's pages
The many times one gets up... rising.
'In life, you don't count the many times you fall -
you count the many times you get up.'
(Jaime Escalante)
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March 5,2010
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Empty Cans
The foolish man speaks
With the loudest voice
Like little empty cans
That make the most noise.
Those who are hollow,
No wisdom to be found
But full vessels we know
Can silence their own sound.
The more the words
The less, the meaning-
For silence accords
A deeper understanding.
'Silent waters run deep.'
'A fool multiplies words.'
'When words are many, sin is not absent.'
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February 22,2010
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