I pray for you and I remember telling story about you last week
Do you remember when I was sick and you accompanied me to the hospital?
Or letting me to sleep on your passenger's seat
Or letting me to have your pillow and I gave you mine?
When you held my hands or when I gave you a kiss on cheek on your birthday?
I wrote this because I know for sure that in front of you I won't say a thing
Not at all. I don't know why I always remain speechless
Yesterday as I just fought my good fight
And you were home, sleeping
As I too often leave you alone
I've been thinking about the things that I may do in the future
Will you accept it? How can I make you understand that?
To be really honest, I don't think about you that often
When I'm too busy doing my stuffs
When I'm too busy trying to make you proud
When I'm too busy trying to impress you
But somehow, today, I got this urge to write this
I feel like I'm doing all these things alone
But not at once I have the bravery to ask you to join me
From the deepest part of my heart I really wish,
really want, really hope, that you may know Him
I just don't know how.
But I pray for you still
I'm sorry if most of the time I'm not there for you
For the times I disrespect
For all the things you kept inside you
I'm not too blind to see it
I'm sorry for the things I do not say
How I'm not able to express my feelings toward you
But I love you, though
I'm sorry if I grew up too fast
That this your little girl has finally spread her wings
I'm aware that now you're growing old
I'm sorry if you gave everything for me
I noticed that when I saw your tired face everytime I go home
Words simply won't suffice
But this, is what I can do for now...
I love you.
Hear me, oh God of my fathers
I am lost and bleeding, my strength has run out
I need You now, I need You now
Hear me, oh Alpha Omega
Rest upon me, for I am depleted
Without You, without You
Hear my heart, for I have nothing to offer You
Let me rest in You alone
Let me dance with freedom that only comes from You
May I find my joy again
Speak to me, for I am done speaking
Would You carry me, for I cannot walk
I need You now, I need You now
Would You show me grace, even when I don't deserve it
Find You in this place, would shelter Your servant
For awhile, for awhile
Hear my heart, for I have nothing to offer You
Let me rest in You alone
Let me dance with freedom that only comes from You
May I find my joy again
May I find my joy again
I have found my joy... again
- WorshipMob
I have traveled far now on life’s journey; and, having climbed one of the few remaining hills between earth and Heaven, I stand awhile on this vantage-ground, and look back across the country through which the Lord has led me.
A well-defined pathway is visible, but it appears devious and wandering; sometimes skirting a mountain-top, whence one could catch glimpses of “the land that is very far off”; and, further on, descending into a valley shadowed by clouds and darkness. At one time, it runs along amidst steep places, and overhanging rocks; at another time, it winds across an open plain, brilliant with the sunshine of goodness and mercy, and fanned by breezes which are wafted from the fields of Heaven.
There are flowers of joy and love growing all along the way, even in the dark places; and “trees which the Lord has planted,” give shade and shelter from too great heat.
I can see two pilgrims treading this highway of life together, hand in hand—heart linked to heart. True, they have had rivers to ford, and mountains to cross, and fierce enemies to fight, and many dangers to go through; but their Guide was watchful, their Deliverer unfailing, and of them it might truly be said, “In all their suffering he also suffered, and he personally rescued them. In his love and mercy he redeemed them. He lifted them up and carried them through all the years.”
Mostly, they went on their way singing; and for one of them, at least, there was no joy greater than to tell others of the grace and glory of the blessed King to whose land He was hastening. And when he thus spoke, the power of the Lord was seen, and the angels rejoiced over repenting sinners.
But, at last, they came to a place on the road where two ways met; and here, amidst the terrors of a storm such as they had never before encountered, they parted company—the one being caught up to the invisible glory—the other, battered and bruised by the awful tempest, henceforth toiling along the road—alone.
But the “goodness and mercy” which, for so many years, had followed the two travelers, did not leave the solitary one; rather did the tenderness of the Lord “lead on softly,” and choose green pastures for the tired feet, and still waters for the solace and refreshment of His trembling child. He gave, moreover, into her hands a solemn charge—to help fellow-pilgrims along the road, filling her life with blessed interest, and healing her own deep sorrow by giving her power to relieve and comfort others.
- Susannah Spurgeon
"Remember Me,
In a Bible cracked and faded by the years.
Remember Me
In a sanctuary filled with silent prayer
And age to age
And heart to heart,
Bound by grace and peace.
Child of wonder,
Child of God,
I've remembered you,
Remember Me.
Remember Me
When the color of the sunset fills the sky
Remember Me
When you pray and tears of joy fall from your eyes.
And age to age
And heart to heart,
Bound by grace and peace.
Child of wonder
Child of God,
I've remembered you,
Remember Me
Remember Me
When the children leave their Sunday school with smiles
Remember Me
When they're old enough to teach,
Old enough to preach
Old enough to leave.
And age to age
And heart to heart
Bound by grace and peace
Child of wonder,
Child of God,
I've remembered you,
Remember Me."
- Mark Schultz
Lord, barely I can wait
But You tell me to wait anyway
Simply because You have the perfect plan
Right now I can't see, but I believe You're already there
And years from now I will look back and it will all make sense
I'd probably laugh at this post anyway.
I already stop searching. I stop insisting. I stop wondering. But...
Tonight he crossed my mind out of nowhere
I'm praying for him, now, wherever he is now, whatever he does
Whoever he is.
I'm curious, do I already know him?
Is he someone that is close to me right now?
Or someone I just met on the crossroads and barely talk?
I'm thankful that right now You prepare him
That in each step I believe now he's growing to be more like You
Mold him to whatever You want him to be
I hope he loves You more than he can ever love me
I'm thankful that now, you also put me in this process
So when the time is right, both of us are ready for each other
Lord, when the time is right, lead him as he will lead others
Make us to always, always have that heart to serve
How he loves his children enough one day to realize
that he'll bear Your image as father, but by grace,
he will also realize that the perfect father can only be found in You
Together we will build Your kingdom in our family
Together we will tell our children Your goodness as we tuck them to sleep
Together we will grow old and see our children grow up as they preach their lives
Together we will, hand in hand, pray together and pray each other
Seeking Your presence before we start each day
I barely can wait, but You tell me to wait anyway
And I will wait.
Still I will serve. Still I will worship. Still I will pray.
Thank you that You're still protecting him
I hope he has nice sleep tonight.
Hey, dreamer,
Where are you? Where have you been?
Let's build a home, shall we?
Don't you think it's time?
I think it's been too long since you wandered around
Will you return from your journey?
Come and sit, and while you tell your story
Of all the places you have been and all the people you have met
I guess it's time for you to come back home, come to me
Can't you see, can you imagine how it will be like?
You can tell me what do you want,
I will take notes and sketch and all
Is it going to be a house in the middle of the field?
Surrounded by green grass or a space to plant my own garden?
What kind of flowers do you want?
Will we paint the stars on the top of our bedroom?
With all of the constellations that you like
So you can see them at night when you lay your head on the bed
As we talk at 3 am about your fear or your dream
We will wake up by the morning light from the window
Well I wish our house will have huge windows everywhere
And the sun will come without being shy to each and every corner
Will we paint the walls with the paint with weirdest names?
Tangy tangerines, Moody magenta, and argue whether it's turquoise or aquamarine?
Or will we leave it white, and white walls everywhere?
I will put the small stool so you can watch your TV
I don't watch it much, you can take the remote all day
and of course, I will let you come to my attic
The one with the lemon-colored wall and rustic wooden floor
You will find the racks full of books from the floor to top
And my favorite swing chair
And an easel with the canvas and paintings
I will let you come to my secret world
I will tell you about the velveteen rabbit, or the giving tree.
At night I will take one book and bring it to our children and read it
Before we turn off the lights and kiss them goodnight
And when they grow up they can read it by themselves
I can borrow it to them if they want or as their 10th birthday present
And of course they can play at the tree house if they want to
Or we can build a blanket forth
As we tell them the stories of how we met
We kinda disagree about that one
They will giggle as they decide which version they will believe
On afternoons they will run and run and make noises in the hallways
Our hallways will be filled with dozens of photo frames
Of all the journey we went through
Of all the souvenirs we bought home
The scrabbled crayons kind of drawing will be put on our refrigerator
Near of it is the table where you always take your morning coffee
And I almost forgot, probably a piano so you can play for me a song or two?
I don't ask much, really, you can give any kind of detail I will add it to it
I don't need a huge house, as long as it's home,
as long as I'm with you, it will suffice
You see, my dreamer, I promise you
I won't stop you from wandering
I won't impede your exploration
You can make a house with thousand secret chambers if you want
We still can always go to all of those breathtaking places
I know that whenever you're beside me I'm already home
There's no way we will settle down, we will always grow
Always serve, always seek, always be the better version of ourselves
You can fly to wherever you want but, you see,
in here your roots will always grow deep
People will always try to find their way back home
So here,
here I am
here we are
Build with me?
I saw him from the distance, from such a crowd
He has buggy eyes, for sure
Maybe that's all I can remember from that first meeting
I gave him a huge hug and a kiss on his cheek
He seemed like he just cried, his mouth pouted,
Those big eyes that will make you fall in love, immediately
I tried to find any, any resemblance in his face
Does he look like his father? Or his mother?
I've tried my best to hold back my feelings
From any of the flashback that would follow
.
I remember when we were so much younger
We played in your living room
We used to pretend those couch were islands
And the floor was an ocean full of sharks
We would jump and jump 'til we were exhausted
Or do you remember when you were so angry with me
And you didn't want us to take a nap in the same room?
Or when you came to my house and I would leave you
as you wandered around in that old music shop?
I remember us laying on my parents' bed
My hands were playing with the pink curtains
We imagined what if one day we met a prince
I asked you if you ever believe in one
The prince with the white horse and a shining armor!
But he didn't wear shining armor, he wore suit and tie
I told you about the guy that I met whom I fell in love with
I told you that he was like prince charming to me
How gentleman he was, but you didn't buy it
We were always dreaming about the happy ending
How will it be? How he's going to be like?
You told me all of the guys who were after you
You see, since the very beginning you were the popular one
And I, the hopeless romantic one, who always hopelessly in love
with all the ones who were out of my reach
Later in life, we don't say much
We don't meet much, as we grow up
And even if we grow in same place, I never ask you again
.
I saw him again and his buggy eyes
His tiny hands wrapped around my fingers
You put him on your lap and gave him his favorite toy
"do you still remember the princes charming we imagined?"
"will you tell him those fairytales?"
I tried my best not to ask, and I looked at him again
maybe happy endings are really different than what we thought, after all
maybe life happened and sometimes all you can do is not to wish,
but to be grateful in each and every step
maybe the happily ever after is overrated,
though every inch of my heart wishes for your happiness
and maybe, just maybe,
we grew up.
