✝Tears of Assurance✝

<Jeremiah 29:11-14a>
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the LORD,

<Psalm 94:18-19>
When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your love, O LORD, supported me.
When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought joy to my soul.

✝Divine✝

The toil of loneliness having to carry such aimless direction, painful misses has finally been overwhelmed.
Always trying so hard to press on, to hold on, and even not to think too much and put on a front to smile and laugh has finally been overpowered.
This heart that has already lost hope and dead through the passage of disappointments has finally been revived.
The moment of decision to let go all without turning back is about to solidify has finally been softened to hold on.
Seeking You so earnestly for an answer, at least a tinge of Your assurance has finally been made through a divine message from an unfamiliar facet.
Yet who would be the one who truly be in my shoes and understand the real me through and through?

✝The Real Me✝

Foolish heart looks like we're here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don't let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I'm empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I'm tired of the song and dance
Living a charade, always on parade
What a mess I've made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me

Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You're turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I'm loosening my grasp
There's no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
And you love me just as I am
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me

✝Oblivion✝

Like the wave being tossed and turned
Neither here nor there calling unknown
I seek I find I desire my purpose to reveal
Yet standing lost I ponder my true existence.

Over the past there’s no room left for me
Therefore as I stepped into the future uncertain
With faith I boldly stood across the line
Yet still I found no place being the odd once more.

Memoirs of reminiscence I yearned so much for
Have I lost the true meaning of my life
Or am I just remaining for the sake of it all?
In You I’m still trying hard press on forth.

Help me Lord as I stand firm in You in love
That I may not lose out in the race in the midst
Holding me back is all I could possibly cling on
Will this truly last me through and through?

Sturdy as it’s shown on the exterior I portray
A lonely and lost soul cries out from deep within
Wishing things could be better I don’t know how
So will I forfeit heavily at the end of the day?

✝Ever Sheltering Wing✝

“He will shield you with his wings. He will shelter you with his feathers.”
(Psalm 91:4)

From how many winds is God protecting you? His wing, at this moment, shields you. A slanderous critic heading toward your desk is interrupted by a phone call. A burglar en route to your house has a flat tire. A drunk driver runs out of gas before your car passes his. God, your guardian, protects you from

“every trap” (Ps. 91:3);
“the fatal plague” (Ps. 91:3);
“the plague that stalks in darkness” (Ps. 91:6);
“the terrors of the night…the dangers of the day” (Ps. 91:5).
One translation boldly promises: “Nothing bad will happen to you” (Ps. 91:10 NCV).

“Then why does it?” someone erupts. “Explain my job transfer. Or the bum who called himself my dad. Or the death of our child.” If God is our guardian, why do bad things happen to us?

Have they? Have bad things really happened to you? You and God may have different definitions for the word bad.

God views your life the way you view a movie after you’ve read the book. When something bad happens, you feel the air sucked out of the theater. Everyone else gasps at the crisis on the screen. Not you. Why? You’ve read the book. You know how the good guy gets out of the tight spot. God views your life with the same confidence. He’s not only read your story…he wrote it. His perspective is different, and his purpose is clear.

God uses struggles to toughen our spiritual skin.

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way. (James 1:2–4)

Trust him. “But when I am afraid, I put my trust in you” (Ps. 56:3). Join with Isaiah, who resolved, “I will trust in him and not be afraid” (Isa. 12:2).

God is directing your steps and delighting in every detail of your life (Ps. 37:23–24). In fact, that’s his car pulling over to the side of the road. That’s God opening the door. And that’s you climbing into the passenger seat.

There now, don’t you feel safer knowing he is in control?

By: Max Lucado

✝Unsaid✝

Fears lingers in the mind like never before
Where even uncertainties resounds unendingly
So much that it has tire me with all ‘your’ probing
Laden me no more I plead tearfully, will ‘you’?

Just a mere word from ‘you’ ever since then
Wrecking all passions and dreams once held
Making all concerns and thoughts so insignificant
As 'you' magnify ‘your’ points and unsaid rid-off.

Ever once I tried standing strong fighting all I can
Yet through the passage of time I begin to resign.
Nothing else holds any further meaning despite all
Perhaps I should just let go of all I once cherished…

✝Dejected✝

This merciless speed of every tick on the clock
Suppressing me was the breathless chase on me.
What’s left of me I wish so much on expectation
Turning out was yet the way it should have been.

Could it be due to this close race of time that
Finally brings upon the unspoken pressure in me?
Resounding within me was the unseen persistence
Yet so afraid I am on foreseeable disappointment.

As much as I’ve always been the strong one
Yet as human as I am stumble and fall I’d still be.
Seeking for what could possibly hold me back
Before what seems uncalled for might just strike.

In this ever refuge I’ve been keeping and seeking
Has the hour arrive to lay all my considerations?
The depth of how much my value is I wonder.
Such passive concern should I just let it all go?

Pouring over me words of honor and commitment
Yet such seems too real to be true to cling onto.
So tiresome so weary of reasoning these interlinks
Is there any way where it would just work out right?

Cruel reality overwhelming facts painful truths
Leaving me with no way but to just resign to it.
Turn my every tear into diamonds in Your Hands
Help me comprehend what’s beyond in a shelter.