ANOTHER REQUEST

It is a Sunday while I was cleaning the yard of Saint Mary’s cave,

Wind is flowing quickly, leaves falling everywhere any corner

I saw Him sitting among the stones,

A candle light shined His face from a far,

                Recently, rarely people come and pray,

                Its cave looked quite worn,

                It took miles away to reach a hill,

                But there is the day when its place filled men,

                They came with relatives to worship and asked a thing,

From a far I saw Him bringing something,

It looked as a piece of paper; He’s noticed and read seriously

And I am approached saying, “Father, what’s in Your hand?”

                He’s staring at me, “Son, it is a request list.”

                You are appealing some of request to me after communion,

                I just wondering why it has not a word to say thank for Me,

                You’re only praying, and none is telling how much they love Me,

                None is telling a grateful to what I give

                Remember, I died for love and arise.

                I live in you but you don’t realize that I need your love,

                Sometimes I hear you’re not convincing a faith you sow in your mind, heart, and strength

                My little son, I give all you need but accept consequence to what you’re request for

                So, beware with your pray cause Where there is a request there is a consequence,

ANOTHER DAY

Things are bright, I can see and having all those thing in a glance,

I fulfill my life with no regret while the world became glitter.

Then I know it’s almost dark, time to go home across traffic jam,

Office was closed; my friend comes and goes,

I was starting a trial of faith and never told about my faith,

Even unconfessed it; until I arrived at home,

                But while I come up front my room; an old Man, sitting and crying,

                A blond long hair and faded face; His tears yield blood,

He spoke before I started,

“My beloved son, I had been waiting and am suffering,

What have I done until you leave me?”

I was saying unto you if you go along with me, you shall be disliked,

                Then I’m saying,” Father, do I recognize you before.”

                It’s suddenly surprising you come while my room’s locked.

                Your face is like someone I know.

Son, I’m your Father, an old Man you love, you adore, you betrayed

I named you with my affection, sacrifice and faith

When you’re born, I bathe you by a gorgeous name,

A name that is a token you are mine.

                Gold has blinded your eyes, you couldn’t see me anymore

                You don’t see me how much I love you, how much I care

                I give all you need, but you forgot a word you said

                You are My precious son, and always be

I’m staring at Him, how much He hurts

He’s so painful, His tears were no end

I’ll try to express my mistake and saying, “Father, I have done by mistaken all I have to do is going wrong,

There is a gold I can buy but there is a thing I can’t buy in You. Forgive me; give me an opportunity to change

If it couldn’t buy your merciful, I promised tomorrow shall withdrawn from my works and even I drown into a poverty I will dress my name you give”

                He stopped crying and telling, “You may not leave your work, but dressed the name I give to you

                And you shall be healing my pain.”

                I am your Father; a trial I provide to you will not be higher than your prosperity,

                The more you’re searching for me, the more I’m hiding but close to you,

                The more you’re success, the more trials within your faith

                The more you believe in Me, the more strengthen of belief you accept.

ANOTHER NAME

It was shiny day outside; trees covered my head from the sun

I drink Sangrea in the park then when it darks I go home.

On the greenie grass in the street am nerve with my heart

There is a thing that I couldn’t say, because I feel so guilty

So I encourage myself to pray and down on my knees,

Father, I don’t know what to say, I feel so empty

And afraid if I don’t tell you about the truth, guilty is chasing me.

But if I tell you the truth you’ll torture me.

Anyhow I am ready for that consequence, Father

I know it’s a sin and a crime

I deserve it, worth to accept penitence to what I done

Then…

Someone behind hold my shoulder and speaking gently

The wind is flowing softly, leaves waves my face

She said, “My son, arise up I’m here”.

I noticed she’s standing up beside me smiling

I can’t say a word and thinking he shall upset.

Mother, are you coming to take me, shall I get a punishment.

Here, you can take my breath away, I’m nothing, am a sinner, and betrayed my Father

An accident in the street by motorcycle is set me free from a dead

I just don’t remember why it does happen within now, and why I may save

“You have undergone a consequence at you past”

Trust me, your Father has accept your penitent before you ask,

You may not judge yourself, Father is more recognize than you thought

I’m here to proclaim that you have forgiven,

My Son, heaven has open the door widely do not doubt,

Thy knew what a best for children

I am your Mother, shall help through your prays