To Believe What the Eyes Cannot See



To trust when you cannot see the way,

To keep on believing when there’s no one else

to cheer you on,

To keep on hoping

To keep on dreaming

Even when your way seems blocked,

Even when you’ve waited for so long,

Just carry on, carry on.

Drop by drop

Your cup shall overflow,

Inch by inch

You’ll walk the mile.

Be impatient not for the day

For it will surely come!

It will give way

To the man who knows

What he truly desires.

Clouds shall gather without your knowing,

Seeds shall grow beneath the ground,

And soon the clouds that have gathered

Shall pour as heavy rain,

With showers of blessings before your very eyes.

Soon the seed shall be a tree,

Mighty and strong,

And yielding a hundred fruits for the picking.

Trust that none can stop that rain from falling,

Or that seed from breaking free.

And you shall break free!

One day you, too, shall see

How God’s own plan comes true

How He shall make a way for you

Until you reach your destiny!







Maybe not now, but later on


Maybe not now, but later on
the words you've said will be remembered
they will come back,
full of meaning, and of truth.

They shall return
and they shall speak
as though speaking
for the very first time.



Maybe not now, but later on
a heart will be changed,
a grudge will be forgotten,
a hurt will be forgiven.

In that perfect time
when a light shall be cast
to help us understand
what we have failed to fathom before.



Maybe not now, but later on
we all shall walk upon one road
hand in hand
heart to heart
singing together a brand new song.

In that perfect day
when we shall see each other's face
and be glad that we were friends
in that great journey we called life

In that day, we'll be looking
at the same sky
and we'll be dancing with one song
finally seeing
finally hearing
what our hearts have known
all along.





Tired



There are times when I feel tired...

tired of hoping

tired of trying to make things happen

to make sense of things

to make sense of where I am

right now.



And when nothing works

I go back to where I was

to places I had been

and I try to bring back

the happy memories

times when I was

where I was supposed to be.



But sometimes memories are not enough

to feed one’s heart,

for soon I also get tired

of remembering

tired of looking back

tired of not being able

to bring back

the happy...