Strong wind blows; big rock tries to block; scissors cut me. I bled.
Tired and torn.
Easter.
Love is sweet and beautiful, secure and comfort, kindness and patient and comes from the heart.
The pain of the heart is needle sticting and poking; huge scissor cutting it to pieces.
Caution: Hot and Fragile. Sensitive and fresh.
A smash and cut crash it.
But, God is faithful. He is my faithful love. He tells my broken heart, 'Do not be afraid, the Lord is with you.' Tears flow when the fragile heart hears it.
How sweet is that whisper of Holy Voice.
It keeps the worn and torn heart warm.
It makes my whole world meaningful.
It blocks nothing between me and Jesus.
It calms the struggling soul and still the restless mind.
It melts the rusty chain that locks the heart.
Heavy rain is His mourn and tears for me. Also,
a moment of close time with Him.
Sun shines to give hope in the mind, soul and heart.
Until today, I been through so much difficulities and pain like anyone else. Did and do many mistakes.
But, God is my faithful love. No regrets or complaints because I accpeted Him as my personal saviour.
He is real. Jesus is alive. Truly alive. Easter is when Jesus' love pour down heavily, heavily, heavily to moisture and sweeten earth and faithfully pour down ever since.
-Psalm of Easter.
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