~Need a MAKEOVER ~ I know just the PERSON~

Sin is like that little zit that someone notices one day on her face
and brushed it off
as if it will go away someday
and a second look in the mirror later on,

in horror, she discovers that it has spread all over,
and she does whatever she can to cover it up and mask the raw edges,

but she secretly wonders if her prime beauty will be restored unto her,

if she will ever smile again with such grace,

And it is like an obsession,
And she looks in the mirror again and again…..is it still there???
And she can’t be herself around others, because of that scar,
And she has to pretend in fear of being rejected,

Then one day to her surprise after she let grace in,
since nothing else worked, no substitute, no artifice

She touches her face and it feels so soft,

And she can’t believe her eyes, now her soul rejoices,

Because she has been set free,

She can now look at her image without any shame..

The BLOOD of the lamb washed the scars away,

One touch from the Master
and her history becomes her testimony…
And she is made over....

The song that was not heard

Even in the limelight and the adulation,
Even when he inspired some and was despised by many,
But when he retired behind the curtain,
Nothing could heal the scars of his childhood,
No glamour or flashy clothes could revive his broken spirit,
it was like a venom in his body
That was killing him softly,
It was like a bruise in his heel,
which bled every time he took a step
It seemed that he had it all but way inside there was a child
In search for love, in search for something that fame could not buy
The shades could not hide the void in his soul,
The plastic surgeries could not alter the punches of the past,
And he cried deep inside but nobody heard that voice,
So he was alone and he had to entertain the crowds,
And to keep the applause going,
he fenced himself behind a cool image
But inside was still that child in fear,
A child who did everything to limit his resemblance with his dad
But in the meantime, wished that he could dance with him again..
And hear him say: Son, I am proud of you..
In this business No one can afford to be vulnerable,
So behind the wigs,
so behind the rumors and tons of pain killers
Is trapped a soul in pieces,
A voice that can’t be heard
A pain that can’t be read
And the fans are waiting,
can’t let them down
And here we go again…
On that stage I am alive,
Later for my solitude and my open wounds,
only the pillow knows the song of my life
I am sure some sleeping pills will do the trick… 　　
If ONLY.......

Dear Diary

(Inspired by the Story of the woman caught in adultery)

DEAR DIARY...

I still quiver when I remember that day

which could have been the worse day of my life,

I should have been dead and in my grave,

I believed that man and all of his promises

Though I knew he was already taken,

But I trusted his advances as a token of love,

I admit, I fell for the wrong guy…

But I thought that he would stand by me,

I thought it would be just us against all odds,

Then came that day when there were persistent knocks on the door,

And I thought that maybe he forgot something,

We had such a good time the night before,

But when I answered the door,

There stood an angry crowd,

And I felt so ashamed and I could not hide my nudity,

Then I was dragged without mercy,

Through the little city as the crowd grew bigger on the scene,

And I could not look at anybody in the eyes,

I knew the despise that I inspired and I was traumatized…

So like a trapped animal,
With my heart pounded with fear like a hammer and in a cold sweat, I waited… I already knew my fate…
There was no time to be remorseful,

They called me all kind of names,
I knew they will not be merciful,

But I brought that upon myself,

So I closed my eyes and anticipated

the impact of that first stone against my body,

I could already picture my beauty fade away

I could already hear my bones crack within me like a shattered glass under the impact of the stones,

And not much would be left of my pretty face,

Everything would be gone just like my self image,

I wish I had thought it through,

Did it worth it,
A moment of pleasure but love with measure
and
Here I was all alone and nobody inquired about his whereabouts…

“this is it… I thought….I blew it...because I already knew the verdict....Guilty as charged....so with tears running down my face I awaited my sentencing…

But something happened…
when I was at my worst,…
When I was at the lowest point of my life… Love lifted me, the veil of shame fell on the ground...

When I was the least deserving and my actions were tasteless and ungracious… Mercy said NO…

And I was given a second chance to start anew,

I was given a second chance to be all that I was created to be…

And months later, this man who left me to die by myself,

under the hands of an angry crowd,
Called me and said that he was sorry,
That he did not know about the whole ordeal that I went through until later on,

And that he still loved me
and he had the guts to suggest

that we continue our relationship where we left off…
but I told him, no hard feelings but no.. thanks
I told him that I found true love,
That I was blind but now I see,
That I was lost but now I am found...

A letter from Dad

My child, I did it for you,

you do not have to be all alone,

You do not have to do it on your own,

Come and see the nails on my hands,

Look at the crown of thorns on my head,

The stripes on my back,

I did it for you,

Do you need more proof of how much I care…

I signed a new contract, all the shame and the curse was nailed on that old rugged cross,

I was pierced on the side for you,

And my blood was shed to wash away the scars and give you a future,

You can start all over again, it is not too late…

Why do you still carry that burden on your shoulder,

Why is your heart still heavy,

I laid my life down so you could live forever,

And I rose on the third day so you and I can be together……

Why do you live with guilt or remorse,
Why such distance between us,

Just run into my arms,

I LOVE YOU my child,

I really do and all I ever desire is a personal and intimate relation with you,

I see the void in your soul,

I hear the pain in your voice,

Come unto me my child and find rest…

Yesterday is gone, just say… yes and start anew….
I will always be there for you because I love you so!!!

You are not ALONE!!!

I remember watching my baby girl one afternoon,

As she had just discovered the joy of walking
and going places around our home,

And it’s like she was on an adventure,

To just go and explore,

And that particular day I saw her going in a different room
and she closed the door behind herself,

I pretended I did not notice and I waited to see what her reaction would be,

Because the door was now closed and she could not reach the door knob
and she wouldn't know how to twist it either...

So I waited and I could hear her little hands taping on the door

and when she noticed that nothing happened then I heard that little anxious voice…. Mom…
She knew to call for help....

And we laughed as I held her in my arms and she had that grateful smile on her face.... We thought that it was fun but it also brought another picture to my spirit…


Often times God allows us to go places as we wish,
He allows us to explore things,
He allows us to find out things for ourselves,
But when we get stuck, when we can not find our way out,
He also expects us to cry out to Him for help,
Not to be stuck in our own way, or to be caught up in pride,
But to call upon Him with a sincere heart as he is already willing to get us out of trouble…

Our heavenly Father cares and He desires our soul to prosper…
( If you ever get yourself locked in a difficult situation, don’t fall into depression or despair, HELP will be on the way, as soon as you ask…. He is a Prayer away…


"Behold, the LORD's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: Isaiah 59:1"