Why?

Since someone asked I yesterday, Why do I believe?
I was stumped by the timing of the question.
So, it made I wonder…
Hence, giving it some thought,
I decided to write it this way and let you know.

For what I know,
Your love is unconditional.
What we do and don't,
What we did and didn't, You'd still love us.

From what I've seen,
You're omnipotent.
Where we care or not,
Believe or not, You'd still watch over us.

What I've experienced,
Through the good and harsh times
You put me there only to realize
the greater good in life.

Many may not know,
Of Your Love or of what You’re capable of
But giving them another day to believe,
is the most generous act of kindness.

Many friends we have,
But such comfort comes only come from You.
I could be the sickest person known,
But You’d still wipe my slate clean.

Greatest is Your care,
You sent Your Son down, in the form of man,
to go through all pains and temptations.
Just to let us know that You know how it feels.

Mighty are Your deeds,
For even before we were born,
You knew all our faults
And still shed innocent blood for us.

How easily You break life down for me,
I'd never see it by myself.
Your simplicity has thought me deeper meaning
Through the acts of random kindness.

And, for all that I am mocked at,
Only You will understand me truly,
'Cause no matter what anyone says,
You're still the staff I grip onto.

May this time of mine be full-filling to You,
and may I be blessed by Your Guidance.
Until I close my eyes, shall I speak of
Your Mighty hand that worked upon me.

- Lloyd Fletcher

Jesus needed! Everyday, every second? PART II

Heavy dose of scripture on Sunday morning and regular doses of Christian music keeps our hero going. Let’s not forget the daily bible reading, he does that too. Charged up at that moment, he makes resolutions and decisions. “Lord I give you my heart…I live for you alone”, that Hillsong chorus is the soundtrack for that moment. Oh that moment…it’s the best feeling, the feeling that makes him believe he’s walking on water with Jesus. Well actually he does, in that fantasy realm. Remember? Today, he walks out into the world like everyday with that ‘multiple re-birth’ experience.

Chaos awaits this prince.

Thousands die in a hurricane. Hundreds die in Africa. Doubts and anger (on God?) crawl in. Bringelina poses topless for Playboy magazine. Distraction begins. The sexiest girl on the block winks at him. Distraction swells. The soundtrack is still playing but sounds like a dying whale now. Beats and beer pulls him in. You know where. And guess what… he finds the winker there. Distraction? Naah… Hotel or house? …is the question. The soundtrack? “Ahh…not now”.

As he sits there planning his next move, the moron, his long lost and forgiven enemy, walks in and buys the winker a drink. “What the hell are you doing here, she’s mine?” yells our hero.

“What the hell are you doing here?” whispers Jesus. Our man refuses to hear Him.

Water splashes. The stink of old booze pierces through his nose. He wakes up in prison.

Alarm! Alarm! Jesus needed. Everyday, every second.

Run to the One (lyrics)

Love is all you seek
Heartbreaks are what you meet
To home is where you run
Crossroads are what you hit

A Smile on your face
Rain of tears in your heart
Lonely are you now
Lonely are you in the midst of all
This world could give

Heartbreaks are what you meet

Won't you run to the One
Whose love shines when everything fails
Won't you run to the One
Whose love was revealed on a cross for you

Shattered are your dreams
Disturbed is your mind
Broken is your heart
Lonely are you in the midst of all
This world could give

And crossroads are what you hit

Won't you run to the One
Whose love shines when everything fails
Won't you run to the One
Whose love was revealed on a cross for you

Loved are you in the midst of all heartbreaks
Peace you find in the midst of all storms

My peace I leave with you (Jesus said)

Jesus needed! Everyday, every second. PART I

It’s Monday. Sunday's worship ringing somewhere 100 miles away from consciousness. Remembered and praised Jesus enough to the core. The hero, our mirror image, rises up to all the chaos lined up. The paper man is late. @*&!!. Auto man refuses to come where he wants to go. @##**!!. A pretty girl passes by and the 30 second fantasy realm, he activates, the other realm church failed to talk about. He logs in, to see work stacked up like a heap of…we call it s*#@. Exhausted mentally, he needs a smoke. He smokes. Colleagues and gossips sneak in and the day goes on. It’s 6 pm, time to log off and the boss walks in. @*# *& #$&@! *&$%# @!#$^%.

8 pm now. Rush Hour part IV begins. In other words “the bed is beckoning him”. Traffic, cows and bulls on the road, truck stuck and all the rest move like snails. @*&*%$. Finally he reaches home at 10. It’s time to sleep. Oh wait. “Me...me...watch me” yells the Tube. The surfing begins from BBC (the war, the murders, the gay pride and corruption) then the movies, celebrities and skin. This calls for another smoke. This time there’s company, the wicked green bottle...and more company...the net-wet stuff. 12:01 am his system, the head, shuts down with a heavy load of chaos.

Knock knock. “Wasn’t I (Jesus) supposed to be in your day?”
“No time” he whispers in the dark.

Trinnngggggggg… Wake up. It’s Tuesday. He wakes up in bedlam.

Alarm! Alarm! Jesus needed. Everyday, every second.