God Knows Me

He fathoms every tear that falls,  
The silent sorrow, the heart’s soft calls.  
In shadowed corners where I flee,  
His love persists, unyielding, free.  

He discerns the burdens I conceal,  
The weight I bear, the wounds that heal.  
Each whispered plea, each quiet sigh,  
Reaches the One who sees the why.  

He knows my joy, my fleeting bliss,  
The quiet moments I long to miss.  
He understands my deepest needs,  
And answers every prayer that pleads.  

Through tempests fierce, through darkest skies,  
He holds me close, He never lies.  
His love, a force beyond compare,  
A constant presence, always there.  

When shadows loom and doubts arise,  
He lifts me up, He hears my cries.  
In every breath, in every strain,  
His gentle whispers ease my pain.  

For He is God, and He is grace,  
A steady hand, my sacred place.  
He knows me wholly, mind and soul,  
And loves me, making me whole.

In the Shadow of Uncertainty

Sleep eluded me last night

its tender hands withdrew

as if afraid to touch the tremor in my soul.

The ceiling became a vast confessional,

echoing the silent ache of unspoken dread.

Time, indifferent and cruel,

marched across my mind in ticking footsteps,

each beat a reminder

that stability itself is a fragile guest.

My thoughts, rebellious and unrelenting

assembled their parade of fears.

The specter of loss loomed large,

its voice a cold recitation

of all I might become without this anchor of labor.

Anxiety sat beside me,

a phantom companion tracing its icy fingers

along the frail edges of my composure.

My chest rose and fell like a prayer unspoken,

and yet no peace descended.

Then, from beneath the ruin of unrest,

a subtler voice began to rise

not loud, nor insistent,

but steady, like light beneath closed eyes.

It murmured not of deliverance,

but of assurance, ancient, unwavering:

“All shall be well.”

And in that fragile whisper,

faith stirred within the ashes of fear.

The storm remained,

yet its violence softened

before the calm authority of hope.

Though the morrow is veiled in uncertainty,

I will stand still in its shadow,

clinging not to certainty, but to grace

for even in despair’s hollow chambers,

the Divine composes silence into song,

and the trembling heart learns again

that courage, too, can whisper.

Come, Let Us Worship

O come, let hearts in chorus rise,

To lift a song that shakes the skies

A joyful noise, both loud and true,

To praise the God who carries through.

We enter in with grateful song,

With psalms that to His name belong.

The Rock of Ages, firm and wide,

Our Refuge where we long abide.

The Lord is great; no throne above,

No power greater, none more love.

The King above all gods and pride,

Whose voice the mighty stars abide.

He holds the deep and silent lands,

The ocean depths are in His hands.

The hills, in strength, rise at His word,

And echo back the name they’ve heard.

The sea He formed with perfect grace,

The dry land shaped, each line in place.

Creation sings with holy flame,

Each leaf and stone bears out His name.

Come, let us worship, bow, and kneel,

Before the One whose touch we feel.

The Lord, our Maker, kind and just,

Who leads the flock with patient trust.

We are His sheep. He calls, we know,

His voice is peace, His way is slow.

If today His voice you hear,

Let faith arise and cast out fear.

O come, let praise be not delayed

The path of joy is humbly laid.

In stillness, let our spirits rise,

To worship Him who never dies.

Praise To The Creator

Praise to the Creator, source of all light,

In the heavens above, in the depths of the night.

Infinite and eternal, our God, so divine,

We lift up our voices in worship, we shine.

Oh, how majestic, your works are displayed,

From galaxies spinning to the flowers in the glade.

Your wisdom and glory, beyond our finite grasp,

In awe and in reverence, we kneel as we clasp.

The Earth, your creation, a testament true,

In every sunrise and sunset, we see you.

The oceans, the mountains, the forests so grand,

All sing your praises across every land.

In moments of joy and in sorrow so deep,

Your presence, O God, our souls you keep.

In trials and triumphs, in every embrace,

We're guided by your love, your infinite grace.

With hearts full of gratitude, we raise our song,

To you, our Creator, to you we belong.

For the gift of existence, the love that you share,

We offer our praise, our thanks in prayer.

In unity, we gather, your name we adore,

Forever and always, we'll praise you more.

Hallelujah, Hosanna, our voices raise high,

Praise to the Lord, our God, who reigns in the sky.

THE EYES OF MY WIFE

 In her eyes, a universe I see,

A realm of beauty, a deep mystery.

Twinkling stars in the midnight sky,

Her gaze, my anchor, as time goes by.

Eyes that sparkle, like morning's first light,

Chasing away the darkest of night.

In those windows to her soul, I find,

Love's reflection, so warm and kind.

The depth of her eyes, an endless sea,

A sanctuary where I long to be.

In her gaze, I find my home and grace,

A captivating smile on her precious face.

With every look, my heart takes flight,

In her eyes, I find my guiding light.

A love story written in every glance,

In her eyes, I find our sweet romance.

So, here's to the eyes that hold my heart,

In your gaze, I found my life's best part.

With every look, my love for you will rise,

Lost forever in the beauty of your eyes.

How Wondrous, How Great

How wondrous, how great

That for me a sinner thou didst die

To set eternally free

With a glorious home on high

How great the excruciating pains

That thou did suffer for me

My eloquent tongue cannot tell

Nor the mighty words in my dictionary

How great how glorious the eternal gains

Of this unfathomable sacrifice of love

My mind has not been able to conceive

Nor my eyes seen its splendor

But my poor heart knows certainly

That thou did suffer and die for me

That I might live again with thee

In that glorious mansion above

How grateful how happy

For the joy of receiving forgiveness

And feeling of they presences

When I call on thee in silent prayer

Be Gone Unbelieve

Following the outbreak of this Covid19, nations all over the world ordered a “Stay at home.” The virus has no cure yet and is easily transmitted from person to person. There have been no regular daily human activities outside the home. This have caused economic hardship to many.

Leaders in some nations have promised palliatives to those badly affected by this pandemic. Yet there are fears that these may not get to those who needed them most because of politics and corruption. The common man is now left to either curse God and die or continue to have hope that no matter how dark the night is, there will be dawn convoyed by its resplendent brightness.

With the increasing confirmed cases and deaths, and the elongation of the stay at home order, many are beginning to qualm their faith and hope in God for perkier days. In these dispiriting veracities, many Christians have taken to social media to express their frustrations or disappointment on the actions and inactions of their leaders.

“Be gone unbelieve my Savior is near” John Newton wrote “and for my relief will surely appear.” There is never a better time to hold firm to your faith and hope in God than now. Government, ecclesiastical leaders, employers, clients, even families may fail you but the Lord promised: “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” Heb 13: 5. Therefore, “Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid neither be thou dismayed for the Lord they God is with thee” Joshua 1:9. With Christ in the vessel of our lives, we’ll smile at the boisterous storm of Covid19 and its attendant famine.

Yes, it is true, the night and even day has become darker than what we expect. Food is finished, rent has expired, the small family savings are exhausted, lockdown is still in full force and may continue for a while. The lively home full of laughter, joy, and happiness is now shrouded with cries, pains, depression, and fear of the unknown morrow.

“though dark be [our] ways, since [God] is [our] guide”, it is for us to obey and follow the WHO recommended guidelines and trust in His power to provide the help, healing, deliverance, and miracle we so desire.  And I assure you He will. “His love, in time past, Forbids me to think He’ll leave [us] at last In trouble to sink.” There are countless pieces of evidence which “confirms His good pleasure” to help us through this pandemic.

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Therefore, He tells you and I “Be still, and know that I am God.” Ps. 46:1,10. Whatever may betide you, my dear, do not lose faith and hope in God.