This entry is from Cyron. A very talented man who loves to doodle. He creates nice arts!
( A sample of Cyron's doodling)
How are you?
Me, I'm fine. Still struggling to live.
It's been a long time..
and I don't even know where to start.
I feel lost and frustrated.
I really don't understand why..
you're doing this to me, but
I will trust you.
Good or Bad, your choice.
I don't know who to trust,
people are just so selfish.
The world is black,
Life is so cruel,
I saw a dead pigeon crashed by a car.
As I pass by to it,
I whispered to myself,
"Did it really deserve to die like that?"
Sometimes I ask my self,
"Do you even exist?"
Are you THE only one?
Or am I just believing to something..
That who is just an imaginary of human being?
I am a disgrace to my religion,
But you know me well,
I do not believe to thing,
that also man invented.
I only believe to myself and to you.
From Stacy. A newly acquainted blogger. I love her description of herself :
"Shallow in the world, DEEP in JESUS CHRIST."
And this is what she said about the contest:
Your contest is beautiful. :) People get to share how much they love God in ways they experience Him in their lives.
To the Symphony of my life...
In awe and reverence I bow down to You
The faithful shepherd who found me when I was lost.
In the darkness where I cannot see
You are the light that guided me.
When trouble comes, I called and I’m saved
When I raise my hand in prayer, I’m blessed
My soul will feast and be satisfied
And will sing glad songs of praise to You.
The world will break my heart
But You will stitch it anew
My songs will be out of tune
But Your melody will continue
Listen Lord as I shout with mighty roar
As I proclaim who You are in me.
God, my symphony
Yes Father, You are my symphony
Lord, You are The Symphony
You bring symphony to my life.
Then make me worthy to be Your servant
Cleanse me and make me as white as snow
Make me a vessel of Your immeasurable love
I am yours my Majesty, my King, my God.
And when the day comes that my time is up
Bring me to the place where the language is LOVE
The end goal of life, but an eternal beginning
A place once a dream but with You it is real.
Father hold my hand, never let me go.
Use me as Your mouthpiece, an instrument here on earth
Fiat Voluntas Tua, Your will be done on me is my prayer to You
I am Yours Lord, I am only for You, I trust You and I love You.
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More entries to come. For details of " Letter To God Contest", click here