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At this very moment,
I can feel Your healing hands in our wounded world.
You died for us to live
And living in such a time like this is a challenge of faith.

I can see Your desire raging from above,
I am soaring high like an eagle humbled by You
And no matter the altitude I am battling in,
No matter how heavy my burdens are,
I can see myself victorious in Your might.

I may not be able to finish this race perfectly,
But I can say, Your perfect love has completed me.
That I know to whom my soul belongs
And it is not for this world but for You alone.

Who am I that You see me now?
Who am I that You still see me worthy to be died for?
Oh Lord, Your mercy is undying
Your grace overflows and it’s unending.

The world may fade its glory
But there You are, like an unstoppable incense within me
Your greatness, let it be seen in me
And whatever I do, may it bring You glory.

For I am nothing without You,
My boasting is only up to the end of my life
But when You humble me down,
It brings me to eternity
And forever, I can settle and rest with You.
Psalm 113:3-4 (NIV)




From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets, the name of the Lord is to be praised. The Lord is exalted over all the nations, his glory above the heavens.
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Like the wind,
Like the sand —
My heart is hopeful.
To witness Your undying beauty.

I took a picture of the mountains,
And then the oceans
And those people lingering their thoughts
While serving as the highlight of the background.

I can’t deny its raging beauty
But I search for more —
I search for the Sun each day
For what boasting I could have?

I’ve been to the beach so many times,
And in different seasons.
You take me to the shore
And I’m always in awe —
Not by the beauty itself
But by who You are.
Oh, how could I stop praising You?
The sound of the rain becomes one with my thoughts.
And now, I dance with the melody of my soul that was once lost.
I can hear the echoes of my past,
Beating what’s inside me,
Trying to battle the hope that is burning in my spirit.

Sometimes it still murmurs the pain of losing —
Reminding me the intensity of its debris
That still lingers in the shadows behind me.
But I was not the same me like the old, old days.
Maybe he doesn’t know that he too, has weaknesses
To ponder about and to transfer his energy instead.

As I shutter the light in me,
I come across in the interior of my own “building.”
The facade that I tried to replace with aesthetics
Cannot be compared to what will last in the near future.
And I know, it’s so soon.

The clouds may still hide the glory that is to come,
And yet the hopeful ones are ready
To be harvested like the flowers on the lawn.
The diverse scenario of picking flowers,
Of watching the sunrise again..
I do hope that everyone understands the depth
Of what it really means to “rise from the dead.”

If only we could feel the power that runs in His blood,
Maybe we’ll all get access to the vision He has left us with.
But that power that raised Him from the dead
Is also the power that is in you and me
To conquer the battles with our daily bread.

Today, we shiver with the taste of life,
And I always push myself to have better ears than bitter tears.
I know that one day, we’ll come to the best ending of our lives.
But on that day, I hope we are one in spirit and truth.
For only the truth will last forever.

I hope we don’t mind if our standards of “truth”
May come into halt..
And that’s to bring out the best version of us,
To the better you and me!
‘Til we meet again!
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And so I had a vision:
To sail a boat of my own..
Let me tell you a story..
That one God impressed to me.

Watchin’ the raging waves,
I pondered with a question of..
“Why did Jesus chose fishermen?”
Then his goal isn’t just to save the lost
But to gather them in unity.

I remember the rich man
Who failed in his test..
For he cannot leave his riches behind,
After boasting that he has done everything
For his the salvation of his soul.

Fishermen have simple lives
They fish as their living;
One “nothing has been caught”
Might end a life worth-saving.

But these fishermen understood
The essence of being disciples of Jesus;
They became fishers of men —
From island to another one.
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Healing hands, kneeling soul
Shaking —
My body’s been shakin’
Yet I know He can make it
And He will lead me all through it.

I have these thoughts
Of exchanging the worries
With the renewal of mind,
Bartering what’s temporal
With what I long for eternal.

When I’m weak,
I look at myself —
Oh, I’m that small..
And figured all things out.
That, Oh..
My God’s so, So big.

When I’m at my worst,
I dance with sorrow as well
Like normal beings,
Lost, who keeps wandering away.
But in my worst,
In the dust in the desert,
I find the waters.
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Every time I write,
I sing the hymn of my spirit.
And every time I speak,
It’s Your breath that moves the mountains.

I thought my heart and my head know me better
Than any person ever will...
There’s not much to say,
But there’s so much to be written —
It’s like You talking to me.
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I left my past behind me
Not because it’s unimportant.
It’s just that —
It’s so true that nothing can be compared w/ Jesus.

We have choices to make each day,
And we always have something to rant about
We even share secrets and
We’re too human,
At times, I’m hating myself too.

Doing this and that
Makes us crazy in some ways
We’ve been so busy w/ what’s temporary
We lie to ourselves.. and so on.
When Jesus rose again,
He didn’t look for the rich men;
He looked for his disciples —
To whom he made a promise.

There was no spirit of condemnation,
There were no words of:
“Why did you go back to your old life (fishing)
while you know I was gone for a while?
I even told you that I will be resurrected
And so here I am..”

He just asked them,
“Do you love me more than these?”
Jesus gave them a tricky question,
Since he already knew their answer
With their decision of fishing again.

It was again God’s love —
His grace for the world to be saved.
It was another chance for his disciples
To regain what was lost
And to restore them
From where Jesus led them to
Before dying in the Cross.

It’s like Jesus saying,
“Here I am and I have died for you to live;
And since I was resurrected back to life
And so are you —
You have a share of eternal life.

It’s like assuring them
That if they leave everything behind
For the cause of God’s mission,
The rest will follow; as their submission.

His disciples never knew
That their obedience “that time”
Was the reason why we know
What the Gospel is.
They never dreamed to be fishers of men;
They badly dreamed of simply surviving.

I had this conversation on the island,
One told me, “I’ve tried reading the Bible but it’s hard to comprehend.”
As I told her how to start it and encouraged her,
I felt what they actually need —
They need firm spiritual support.
Ito ang umagang
Nanaisin kong huminto muna ang Araw nang saglit
Kung pwede bang manatili muna Sya
At ako’y hayaang pagmasdan
Ang kanyang kariktan.

Nais kong bumilad sa sinag ng Araw
At magpasakop sa Liwanag Nyang taglay
Nais kong malusaw ang bawat kamalian,
Ang bawat pagkukunwari..
Pagkat ayoko na..
Ayoko nang magpanggap pa..
Na kaya kong mag-isa
Mag-isa na wala ang mga kamay Nya
Ang mga gabay Nya
Na maging sa gabi’y
Nasisilayan ko pa rin
Ang kanyang anino sa aking pagpikit.

Gusto kong huminto ang Araw,
At ako’y makita Nya..
Kahit isang iglap..
Kahit isang saglit lang..
Kung pwede lang..
Wag Mo akong Iwan
Na sa gabi’y
Ikaw ang magbigay Ilaw sa aking landas
At ako’y yakapin
At ang Iyong sinag
Ang magsisilbing lakas
Sa bawat pagbangon ko sa Umaga..

Sayo ako magsisimula,
At ayokong ito’y magwakas
Na para bang nalimot ko
Ang lahat ng mga misteryong
Iyong ipinakita
Iyong ipanaranas.

Ayokong dumating sa katapusan
Na ako’y walang muang
Na Ikaw ang aking Simula..
Ayokong magtagpo tayo
Sa gitna ng aking mga kamalian —
Mga kamaliang hindi ko itinama
Kahit na pinagbuksan Mo na ako
Sa panibagong Umaga.

Kung ang bawat araw na lumilipas
Ay siya ring mga pahina ng aking buhay,
Bakit pa..
Bakit ko pa hahayaang
Dilim ang magsilbing umaga?
Kung Ikaw naman ang tunay na Simula ng lahat..
Kung landas ko nama’y
Kayang-kaya **** bigyang liwanag
At lahat ng masasaklawan ng aking mga mata
Ay simbolo ng Iyong paghahari.
Lilikumin Mo ang lahat
Gamit ang Iyong Liwanag
At ang lahat ng mga naggising
Buhat sa pagkakahimbing
At mga bangungot na tila walang katapusan
Ay sabay-sabay na babangon
At lalakad sa Liwanag na Iyong hain.

Masisilayan ko rin ang mga ngiti
Ng pagpupunyagi at tagumpay
Na walang balot ng anumang pagkukunwari,
Walang tampo’t galit
Na bumabalot sa bawat katauhan
Kung saan hubad ang lahat
Ngunit tanggap Mo ang lahat
Ang lahat ng mga nabago ng Iyong Liwanag
Ay kusang sisibol at uusbong
Ng may papuri at hindi parang
Mga paupos na kandila
Na nauubusan rin ng lakas.
Ngunit sila’y tila mga tanim
Na Iyong dinidiligan sa bawat araw —
Mga ginintuang araw
Na hindi gaya ngayong kukupas din..

Balang araw, ang lahat ng salitang
Mamumutawi sa bawat labi’y
May iisang sigaw
May iisang palamuti na ibabandera
At susuko sa Iyong kabutihan.
Ang bawat nilalang
Ay mabinihag sa Iyong kaluwalhatian
At hindi na..
Hindi na mauubusan pa ng Liwanag,
Ikaw mismo ang magkukusang
Punasan ang mga matang lumuluha,
Lumuluha buhat sa paghihintay..
Pagkat nariyan ka na..
Nariyan na ang Iyong kaligtasan.

Ikaw, sa bawat oras
Sa bawat sandali’y
Ikaw pa rin ang maging dahilan
Ng pagtibok ng akibg puso
Ang maging sigaw
Ng aking napapaos na lalamunan.
Ikaw ang maging dahilan..
Ng aking pagtaas ng kamay
At sa ere’y hindi Mo ako iiwan,
Ni hindi Mo ako kinalimutan..
Ikaw, ang Araw at Gabi..
Sayo ang aking papuri!
 Apr 2021
Colm
These very words - are weak and sore - at the attempted expression of all that which - Christ is . In him - I am - both free in death - and life - to be - what I am meant to be .
Ito ang umagang
Nanaisin kong huminto muna ang Araw nang saglit.
Kung pwede bang manatili muna Sya
At ako'y hayaang pagmasdan
Ang kanyang kariktan.

Nais kong bumilad sa sinag ng Araw
At magpasakop sa Liwanag Nyang taglay.
Nais kong malusaw ang bawat kamalian,
Ang bawat pagkukunwari.

Pagkat ayoko na..
Ayoko nang magpanggap pa..
Na kaya kong mag-isa
Mag-isa na wala ang mga kamay Nya --
Ang mga gabay Nya.
Na maging sa gabi'y
Nasisilayan ko pa rin
Ang kanyang anino sa aking pagpikit,
Ang nakasisilaw Niyang Liwanag
Na nagiging mitsa ng aking pagluhod.

Gusto kong huminto ang Araw,
At ako'y makita Nya..
Kahit isang iglap..
Kahit isang saglit lang..

Kung pwede lang,
Wag Mo akong iwan
Na sa gabi'y
Ikaw ang magbigay Ilaw sa aking landas
At ako'y Iyong yakapin
Habang ang Iyong sinag
Ang magsisilbing lakas
Sa bawat pagbangon ko sa Umaga.

Sayo ako magsisimula,
At ayokong ito'y magwakas
Na para bang hinahayaan ko lamang
Na malimot ko ang lahat --
Ang lahat ng mga misteryong
Iyong ipinakita na,
Iyong ipanaranas na.

Ayokong dumating sa katapusan
Na ako'y walang muang
Na Ikaw ang aking Simula..

Ayokong magtagpo tayo
Sa gitna ng aking mga kamalian --
Mga kamaliang hindi ko itinama
Kahit na pinagbuksan Mo na ako
Sa panibagong Umaga.

Kung ang bawat araw na lumilipas
Ay siya ring mga pahina ng aking buhay,
Bakit pa..
Bakit ko pa hahayaang
Dilim ang magsilbing umaga?
Kung Ikaw naman ang tunay na Simula ng lahat..
Kung landas ko nama'y
Kayang-kaya **** bigyang liwanag
At lahat ng masasaklawan ng aking mga mata
Ay simbolo ng Iyong paghahari.

Lilikumin Mo ang lahat
Gamit ang Iyong Liwanag.
Ang Iyong mga Salita'y
Hindi na mangungusap pa,
Ngunit Ikaw na mismo ang darating.

At buhat sa Iyong bibig,
Ang lahat ay handa nang makinig..
Nang buong puso..
Na may tunay na pagpapasakop.

At ang lahat ng mga naggising
Buhat sa pagkakahimbing
At mga bangungot na tila walang katapusan
Ay sabay-sabay na babangon
At lalakad sa Liwanag na Iyong hain.

Masisilayan ko rin ang mga ngiti
Ng pagpupunyagi at tagumpay
Na walang balot ng anumang pagkukunwari,
Walang tampo't galit.
Kung saan hubad ang lahat
Ngunit tanggap Mo
Ang bawat kamalian.

Ang Iyong paghuhusga ay darating --
Darating nang patas;
Patas at pawang katotohanan.
Ang lahat ay darating sa katapusan,
At Sayo ay handang magpaubaya.

Ang lahat ng mga nabago ng Iyong Liwanag
Ay kusang sisibol at uusbong
Nang may papuri
At hindi parang mga paupos na kandila
Na nauubusan rin ng lakas.
Ngunit sila'y tila mga tanim
Na Iyong dinidiligan sa bawat araw --
Mga ginintuang araw
Na hindi gaya ngayong kukupas din..

Balang araw, ang lahat ng salitang
Mamumutawi sa bawat labi'y
May iisang sigaw
May iisang palamuti na ibabandera
At susuko sa Iyong kabutihan.

Ang bawat nilalang
Ay mabinihag sa Iyong kaluwalhatian
At hindi na..
Hindi na mauubusan pa ng Liwanag,
Ikaw mismo ang magkukusang
Punasan ang mga matang lumuluha,
Lumuluha buhat sa paghihintay..
Pagkat nariyan ka na..
Nariyan na ang Iyong kaligtasan.

Ikaw, sa bawat oras
Sa bawat sandali'y
Ikaw pa rin ang maging dahilan
Ng pagtibok ng aking puso
Ang magiging sigaw
Ng aking napapaos na lalamunan.

Ikaw ang maging dahilan..
Ng aking pagtaas ng kamay
At sa ere'y hindi Mo ako iiwan,
Ni hindi Mo ako kinalimutan..
Ikaw, ang Araw at Gabi..
Sayo ang aking papuri!
There’re echoes of times long ago
Villages full of ghosts
Empty buildings & empty lives
Where just the seagulls act as hosts.

The Sun one day shines to its brightest
And it will manifest nothing
But nurtured mountains in their defined glory.
Great is the Son who’s risen!
That even the waters sing His Name!
No more cold hours,
No more shivering shoulders.
For when the Lion roars in His might,
Then He’ll be heard
Even in the depths beyond sight.

Let there be —
A burning light in one’s soul,
A consuming fire in every torch we hold.
That every thought involved
Becomes a move from the Spirit that flows.

As He hovers over the face of the waters,
And as the wind listens to His breath,
Let every heartbeat come in unity
Naked & humbled by His Name.

Let there be a constant reminder:
To continue seeking the Light
For His righteousness covers
Even the darkest in his nights.

That when He speaks,
He is led on bended knees
Then He'll find his heart surrendered,
Consumed with blaze-like lighting & thunders.
To the weary soul that wanders away,
He will return like the prodigal son.
The arms of the Father, ready to embrace
No guilt & shame to hinder his pace.

And if He's the Voice of Truth,
Then whatever the soul obeys,
It becomes a delight to honor & exalt —
A pleasing aroma to the King.
For as one seeks His heart,
His presence becomes one in him.

There will be visions & dreams,
Alive like a burning arrow,
And it’ll spread towards nations.
For what He once called "good"
Will proclaim His glorious "Great I Am"

He will go, together with His chariots of fire.
Heaven’s wide open,
And there’s an army of God
And no darkness can destroy him.

The Lord is on high, the Lord is in us;
And as one lives in Him,
He will live forever & ever –
In Jesus' Name, one will find the power of "Amen."


Every “let there be” is bound to happen,
It’s like going back from the very beginning,
From the very reason why and for whom we’re living.
This year, let there be Jesus in our lives!
We are never the same as yesterday —
We are one in Him and all by the grace of God!
Every “let there be” is bound to happen,
It’s like going back from the very beginning,
From the very reason of why and for whom we’re living..
This year, let there be Jesus in our lives!
We are never the same like yesterday —
We are one in Him and all by the grace of God!

Psalm 103:12
He has removed our sins as far from us as the east is from the west.

Genesis 1:1
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.

John 1:1
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
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