Maximum grace

I failed You many times
I tend to turn back to You
But Your love is outpouring
Still, Your grace overwhelms me

I thought that it should end up
I want to make this over
But Your mercy still remains
Your still reminding me of Your grace

Your majesty, Oh God
Your maximum grace, Abba Father
Even though I don’t deserve it
Still, Your giving it to me

Thank You, Lord, for the maximum grace
Thank You, Lord, for the love
Thank You, Lord, for the mercy
Thank You, Lord, for everything

I’m going back to You
To Your loving arms, Oh God
I’m reaching out for Your presence
I’ll never let You down again

I know this will not be that easy
But I know it will be rewarding
Let this be my prayer
Until the day you come

10th day of July, 2017

Sometime by May Riley Smith

SOMETIME, when all life’s lessons have been learned,
And sun and stars forevermore have set,
The things which our weak judgments here have spurned,
The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet,
Will flash before us, out of life’s dark night,
As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;
And we shall see how all God’s plans are right,
And how what seems reproof was love most true.

And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh,
God’s plans go on as best for you and me;
How, when we called, he heeded not our cry,
Because his wisdom to the end could see.
And e’en as prudent parents disallow
Too much of sweet to craving babyhood,
So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now
Life’s sweetest things, because it seemeth good.

And if sometimes, commingled with life’s wine,
We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink,
Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine
Pours out this potion for our lips to drink.
And if some friend we love is lying low,
Where human kisses cannot reach his face,
Oh, do not blame the loving Father so,
But wear your sorrow with obedient grace!

And you shall shortly know that lengthened breath
Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friend,
And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death
Conceals the fairest bloom his love can send.
If we could push ajar the gates of life,
And stand within, and all God’s workings see,
We could interpret all this doubt and strife,
And for each mystery could find a key.

But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart!
God’s plans like lilies pure and white unfold.
We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart,
Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.
And if, through patient toil, we reach the land
Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest,
When we shall clearly know and understand,
I think that we will say, “God knew the best!”

Sometime by May Riley Smith (1842?–1927)
from the book "The World’s Best Poetry" by Bliss Carman, et al., eds.
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May mga nawawala
Asahang may babalik
Asahang may ipapalit
Mas mabuti kaysa sa kahapon
Mas maigi na ngayon
Kaya huwag tayong sumuko
Lalo na ang huminto
Sa pagsunod sa Panginoon
Dahil may plano Niya’y paparito
Planong di tayo mabibigo

ika-14 ng Pebrero taong 2017
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Minsan naiisip ko na lang na sumuko
Minsan naiisip ko na lang na tumalikod
Pero sa mga minsang iyon, ipapaisip din ng Diyos kung paano ka Niya hinayaang magpatuloy nung ako’y titigil na
Kung paano ako hinayaang magpatuloy nung ako’y susuko na
Kung paano ako hinayaang humakbang patungo sa Kaniya sa mga panahong ako’y tatalikod na
Pag may gawa ng kaaway na babagabag sa’king buhay.
Hayaan kong maisip ang lahat ng mga magagandang bagay na nangyari sa’kin kaysa sa mga negatibong bagay na pinapaisip ng kaaway sa’kin.

ika-7 ng Pebrero taong 2017
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Sa bawat panahon

Mga panahong tayo’y madadapa
Mga panahong tayo’y manlalamig
Mga panahong tayo’y magkakamali
Mga panahong tayo’y tatalikod

Mga panahong tayo’y mapapaalalahanan
Mga panahong tayo’y maliliwanagan
Mga panahong mapagtatanto natin na
Mga panahong tayo’y babalik na

Sa bawat panahong magdadaan
Kaniyang awa, grasya, pag-ibig ang nandiyan
Hindi Niya tayo kailanman hinayaan
Na ang tamang panahong dinisenyo Niya ay magparam lamang

ika-7 ng Pebrero taong 2017
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Iwan na ang mga kabiguan
Ibaba na ang mga dala-dalahan
Hayaan mong Siya’y iyong kasama
Tiyak na ito’y gagaan na

Huwag hayaang nandiyan ka lang
Na hindi makausad ni makagalaw
Ano ang pagsunod na hindi lumalago?
Ano ang pagsunod na hindi tumitino?

Iyong ibigay lahat sa Kaniya
Hayaan mong maramdaman mo ulit ang pag-ibig Niya
Pag-ibig na nagdala sayo sa kung nasaan ka
At ang pag-ibig na magdadala din sa’yo sa mga pangarap Niyang inilaan na mapangyari na.

ika-18 ng Nobyembre taong 2016
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