Trust and give the benefit of doubt.
Its far different from going to what you already know is a lie.
If they lie to you, if the motive is not good … then, they will be accountable to God.
– Pastor Bong

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Posted: April 22, 2016 in kid in me
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she started to walk up to the podium
she has a story to tell.
i was there when she recites her piece,
and ran-out of words because of nervousness.
heart poured out, tears from it fell.
a story to be told, hers should be heard.

she started to speak
and i was anxious to my core.
it was not because of myself, i recall.
i was afraid she’s gonna fall
or that she may lose a toll.
this must be it to have a sister,
someone close to your home.

i remembered days past on an event,
she loses her grip on an affectionate guilt.
it was not i that was ashamed,
and yet my heart deeply bled.
this must be it to be a sibling,
emotion follows and cling.

it was new to me from the start.
i have friends but never this rough.
there are seasons of laughs and nights of silence.
if there are no talks, that’s the longest hours.

they used my stuff and theirs was i,
it was never like this for me from time.
we lay our heads and the talking yet ended.
morning giggles wakes the hearing of the bended.
this must it be to have sisters,
a shared of separate closets.

I thank God that i had a taste
of how it is to have a sibling’s best.
in day to day that we teased,
is like summer ice cream treat.
i wish that moments could be confined
but i’ll just memorize it like a rhyme
might be a song that goes to an end
but the playlist still comprehend
and from time to time it will be played.

040916, Saturday

Sidewalk Sunday School at Green Building
Brgy. 128 Zone 10, Balut Tondo
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knock knock can I come?
What is your name? When was your time?
Should you be here? Was you with required?
I am me, don’t you know?
I just came in, and so and so
it was because and just with such
I might not have what should attached
don’t you remember? the standard is high
you are less what considered is fine
this is but a law for crime
tainted you are with none to aspire
knock knock can i come?
How are you? Did you just dine?
Must be tired from all the toil,
Come now in and lay the load.
But, I am me, don’t you know?
I did what those, and these, and that
dark are my hands and shoes are soaked
the clothes of my being are all in soiled
don’t you remember? I am your Grace
i know you are from that afar
and when you come, i did the run
don’t you cry. you’re home my child.

“Do you not say, “There are still four months and then comes the harvest?” Behold, I say to you, lift up your eyes”
– John 4:35

September 30
Exactly two years ago this John 4:35 spoke to me, and I
– decided to leave the company I have been working with for almost seven years.
– chose to hold on to God and His words though uncertainties lies beyond the decision
– realizes that the tangibles are incomparable with the “Could Bes” that “Could Happen” as I follow Him

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