Poetry

There was a farmer who didn’t know God. He would often wake before sunrise to work in the sod. He would plant the beans and the corn, His life felt meaningful, but he was not yet reborn. Day-after-day, he fed the animals with bales of hay, But deep inside of ...

I see the vision when I worship God: I kneel by the huge erected wood cross, See my debt of sin and guilt, All has been nailed on it through Jesus Christ’s death. The water and blood flowing down from His body on the cross, Cleansed my wounds and healed ...

  Holiness fits the saint, Who has been justified by God’s righteousness through Jesus’ death and resurrection.   It cost Christ Jesus His precious life, Telling God’s truth slant: Father God aggrieves over His children’s wandering in darkness of sin. Without making them holy, He can never embrace them again. ...

 In the beginning, the earth was formless and empty, darkness. In the city Jungle, cement skyscrapers rise from the ground, No sunrise or sunset can be seen on the horizon. The sky overhead is shaped by the edge of buildings. My soul was trapped, couldn’t breathe, just like the cement.   Day 1: ...

Gentle words are a tree of life; a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit. (Proverbs 15:4) Finally, all of you, have unity of mind, sympathy, brotherly love, a tender heart, and a humble mind. Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may ...