In a world drenched in sins, there lived a man whose love transcends the extremities of sinners. A magnificent nomad who crossed the barren lands with His calloused feet and sown roses between the cracks of worn-out pavements. An innocent and perfect soul who died a sinner’s death to give life to the fallen.
He knows how fallible I am, how my flaws rush in every curves and crevice of my bones, how filth runs like blood in my veins and yet this man loves me intensely that He thinks I’m worth dying for.
I wish I have a song to capture the depth of His grace or a poetry that will rhyme eternally with His love. But all I have is a heart with crooked strings yearning to hum a melody for His name. All I can do is try to live like I meant every breath He breathed upon my lungs.
With His promises, each handful of air I draw in feels like my lungs are always warranted of its next breath. Like my heart is certain that eternity exists after its last beat.
Holding on to His perfect Love, I will wait for that faithful time when this world will be unmade and He will call my name as gentle as the music of a harp. I will see Him face to face and I will be known for what I am.
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I whisper my wishes
And hope angels would carry it
To the clouds and beyond
I close my eyes
Wondering and wandering
To the places I’ve never seen
I fly and run up there
Catch sunrays and bend moonbeams
Taste rainbows with my parched lips
I wander, restless from chasing for petty things yet He pulls me in as if proving that gravity is His masterpiece. He is the wings that make me fly. He is the palm reaching out when I fall. The palm that is scarred by my name. I crumble in amazement at how His word softens the shards under my rib cage. And how, every prayer seem to light me up inside.
He immerses me with Love that feels more than a fantasy has come to life. Like my favorite book isn’t just spilled ink powered by imagination. I blush whenever He arrives like a Knight, strong and mighty but still such a gentleman, rescuing me from the ghosts lurking amidst my idleness.
I ran away, thinking of my unworthiness. But He reassures me that no amount of imperfection could separate me from His perfect love. No place is too far from His reach. There is no darkness He can’t set alight. I am fickle but His love is unchanging. Relentless, like the Great Pursuer that he has always been and always will be.
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I was free-falling
spiraling down to the depths of iniquity
when Someone reached out and held me against His arms
He hid me in His heart
washed my sins with His blood
My faith was fading
Dying under the agony of doubts
Yet a calloused hand raised me from the pit of distrust
Death was upon me but I was revived
Forever, I will cling on His bleeding palms
I'm seeking His identity
tracing every syllable with trembling wonder
as the glory of the Cross reveals
that Love is His very name
My faith and praise eternally unto Him