Let them be found, those that were lost
Let them be bind, those that were broken
Let them be brought home, those that were cast away
Let them be strengthened, those that were sick
All they need is a hand of love stretched towards them.
Everything was like magic, whatever I touch prosper, whoever I meet never part the same way. Oh in every way, I could describe my life as magic – with a touch, it happens, and with a gaze, it becomes reality. Gradually, the magic disappears. It seems the dreamland was tired of having me around all the time and I had to wake up and face reality even though I don’t want to. It seems the child had to grow into a man. I try holding on to the glimpse of the dream but in reality, nothing like reality exists. There was no going back, I have to forget yesterday, live today and face tomorrow. It was like I fell from a high mountain into the pit. I lost my pride because I was no longer in my position. I lost my ego because I was no longer who I used to be and life holds no more meaning to me. He reached out to pick me while I felt but cautiously, I let go of myself. I thought within me that I was sufficient of my own and I concluded I needed no one to help even God. I told him to go and wait for me at the judgment throne. Still he never gave up on me since I had let go. I wanted to be hurt to extent that I will die when I fell but he provided the padding and I was not injured. I was angry and embittered for that opportunity he gave to me. He picked me up and tries to help me but I ran and ran and ran, hoping to run far from Him, then I stumbled and fell. I broke my feet and couldn’t run anymore. I was so much in pain and I thought I saw death but unfortunately death did not come. At that moment, the balm of Gilead came and I thought I had returned to my dreamland where everything was magic but in actual fact, it was a miracle in reality. I looked around and everything was calm, beautiful and peaceful and the pain was gone. He picked me up and consoled me. He cleansed me and held me close, and then I realized how much I needed while resting on his bosom. He gave me what I longed for and a true purpose of living the present and looking forward for the morrow. My magic was incomparable to this miracle. Looking at the scar, I treasured it so much and I kept it as a memorial. It reminded me of my Savior and the Love He has for me. I Love Him because He first loved me! Submit your most precious moment for others to share and reach out to others who see themselves as worst sinners on earth about the love of God!
Everything was like magic, whatever I touch prosper, whoever I meet never part the same way. Oh in every way, I could describe my life as magic – with a touch, it happens, and with a gaze, it becomes reality.
ReplyDeleteGradually, the magic disappears. It seems the dreamland was tired of having me around all the time and I had to wake up and face reality even though I don’t want to. It seems the child had to grow into a man.
I try holding on to the glimpse of the dream but in reality, nothing like reality exists. There was no going back, I have to forget yesterday, live today and face tomorrow.
It was like I fell from a high mountain into the pit. I lost my pride because I was no longer in my position. I lost my ego because I was no longer who I used to be and life holds no more meaning to me.
He reached out to pick me while I felt but cautiously, I let go of myself. I thought within me that I was sufficient of my own and I concluded I needed no one to help even God. I told him to go and wait for me at the judgment throne.
Still he never gave up on me since I had let go. I wanted to be hurt to extent that I will die when I fell but he provided the padding and I was not injured. I was angry and embittered for that opportunity he gave to me.
He picked me up and tries to help me but I ran and ran and ran, hoping to run far from Him, then I stumbled and fell. I broke my feet and couldn’t run anymore. I was so much in pain and I thought I saw death but unfortunately death did not come.
At that moment, the balm of Gilead came and I thought I had returned to my dreamland where everything was magic but in actual fact, it was a miracle in reality. I looked around and everything was calm, beautiful and peaceful and the pain was gone. He picked me up and consoled me. He cleansed me and held me close, and then I realized how much I needed while resting on his bosom. He gave me what I longed for and a true purpose of living the present and looking forward for the morrow. My magic was incomparable to this miracle.
Looking at the scar, I treasured it so much and I kept it as a memorial. It reminded me of my Savior and the Love He has for me. I Love Him because He first loved me!
Submit your most precious moment for others to share and reach out to others who see themselves as worst sinners on earth about the love of God!