Torn In Two

I am torn in two,

Because of you, I am torn in two,

You came into my life, can I pretend I don’t care?

Your brokenness is more than my heart can bear,

You don’t care, you don’t care, that’s what I felt,

I wonder if you really want any help,

Oh! help me, because it hurts,

Patience tested, it hit my head on the dirt.

Unless you want your past to mend,

This darkness will not end,

Unless it became a battle to fight,

You’ll never see the light,

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Let Me Love

Human beings existed because of love and for love,

Then let me do all good deeds out of love for you,

Let me pray, out of love for you,

Let me praise you, out of love for you

Let me beg for your mercy, out of love for you,

Let me forgive, out of love for you,

Let me worship you, out of love for you,

Let me receive you, out of love for you,

Let me sing, out of love for you,

Let me read, out of love for you,

Let me write, out of love for you,

Let me be kind, out of love for you,

Let me talk, out of love for you,

Let me walk, out of love for you,

Let me run, out of love for you,

Let me dance, out of love for you,

Let me stand, out of love for you,

Let me get down on my knees, out of love for you,

Let me be humble, out of love for you,

Let me be a learner, out of love for you,

Let me be a servant, out of love for you,

Let me work, out of love for you,

Let me play, out of love for you,

Let me die to myself, out of love for you,

Let me take every moment an opportunity to love,

Let me fear just one thing, that I would lose that love,

Oh! What a terrible thing to happen,

For I would lose heaven!

The only place I want to live in!

The only place where I shape my true identity!

Heavenly Roses

Oh heavenly roses filled with beauty and majestic splendor,

Forever fresh, they never wilt or die,

Its fragrance never fades; it fills into our lives,

Oh! The rose of all devotion – what a priceless treasure.

They art formed, indeed by a very simple greeting,

And yet, it is the most beautiful greeting of all,

Came down from heaven that makes all evil tremble and fall,

For thy Psalter is the direct work of the Most Blessed Trinity.

And so, with Rosary in my hand, I kneel down and I say,

Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee,

To thee with earnest and devotion of this angelic salutation I greet,

I made little wreath with each decade.

O! How the court of heaven rejoices,

Angels dancing, collecting, counting each rose as they saw them coming,

How happy is the soul, how truly blessed with all the graces gained indeed,

Joining the angels with hymns of praises.

Funny, it is so different now from last time,

Still the same old beads, still praying the same way,

So much heavier then, much lighter today,

Though there is hardly a way to tame a wild mind.

For now, I know that it is a prayer brought from heaven above,

Came down to water the the garden of my soul,

O! A beautiful hymn beautifully sang rewards us a hundredfold,

Rewards that can change the world forever.

How could I refused thee now in such realization?

How could I take my eyes off to such beauty beyond compare?

My lady, such a perfection thou were made,

Indeed blessed art thou amongst women!

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus!

Jesus! The word thou kept became word incarnate,

Became man to save us from death,

Restoring our true image and gave us life eternal.

Pray for us, my most beautiful and loving mother,

Thy children is calling, thou can lead us to God,

We fly to thee, for to seek Jesus, thy son, is our goal,

Thou art the mother of mercy and the Queen of Heaven.

How Do You Face A Friend

How could you face a friend?
That despite the childhood that we spent,
The memories that we shared,
We are strangers today.

How is it possible for us to meet each other in the eye?
Only what comes between us is shy.
There was no smile.
Is it a way that we wave our friendship goodbye?

How can I face you my friend?
When the last thing I want to do is judge,
But stand for what is just,
I guess the hardest thing to do right now is trust.

Handcuffed?
Camera?
Many pictures I took,
Those of the accused,
But of the one that is you,
No, that I could not do.

Hiding,
Avoiding,
That is what we do,
For it is better than pretending not to look.
For how do you face a friend?
Whose life had become a mess,
All that left was the hope to mend,
But, how could I be so judging?
Many friends you had lost,
You might be miserable,
You might be stressed,
You might be trying,
You might be crying,
For you, I’ll be praying.