There are times that I take You for granted,
But You still stay with me and that’s what You wanted.
I hurt You so many times,
But in me Your love still shines.

There came to a point that I doubted You,
But You still want to make me new.
You keep proving me that You want me,
And that You always want to be.

You never leave my side,
Though I sometimes go out and be wild.
You never grew tired of me,
Though I keep on disobeying Thee.

Forgive me for always disappointing You,
And please help me to always let You.
I admit I can’t do this alone,
Even most of the times I do things on my own.

Thank You and just please keep being patient with me,
I know by faith, because and for You being tamed I will surely be.

There He lay in the grave. Nay, but not for long.
The Author of life had been written death.
The light of God engulfed by the darkness of men.
For three days, darkness appeared victorious. But such was an illusion.
There exists no real victory in darkness, no true triumph in evil.
The temporary rule of wrong is always doomed.
And on that day when He arose, 'twas a reminder for those--who three days earlier had delivered blows--that while God's light may grow dim, it cannot be extinguished at the Devil's whim.