Broken Song

beating but a broken sound
rattling and mumbling words
confessions more than melancholy
sorrows and plain regrets
all i am a wretched king,
begging for indispensable mercy
committed crime beyond remedy

i reckon i’m a man of war
brave enough to face my foes
but I.. I cringe in fear
to lose the One I hold so dear
i admit i dread all consequence
dismissive now is my eloquence
in the light of You there’s no pretense

the mess i made
this guilt I bear
conquered kingdoms but grace i can’t buy
desperation is the currency
i need You so in this misery
nothing i can give
but a broken heart singing a broken song

Copyright 2015 Divino Rivera

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divino rivera black n white“Every good and perfect gift is from the Father of heavenly lights who do not change like shifting shadows. ” -James 1″17

What was on God’s mind when He created you? Ah, gifts! And He didn’t have to go changing His mind upon giving you the gifts you have inside. He need not have to abort the gifts and even the dreams He had for you. God was very particular when he thought of what gift he would give you. He knew exactly what gift to adorn you. Each one has to be good at something.

For some, their gifts may already be blooming and for the others, still getting polished. And the rest, they are yet to be discovered. Like a buried treasure, we gotta dig deep for us to discover and bring out what wonder it could bring.

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Hayyy…

Breathing out. Letting your lungs vent unreservedly through those cave-like hairy nostrils. Sometimes caused by stimuli or just a voluntary act to express an emotion being roused inside. Or maybe letting out a revolution that’s casketed deep within. Comes out in a burst and at times with grace. Sometimes shallow. Superficial. Deep. Long. Maybe seeking serenity. This fuss has to be hushed.

Exhalation needs to happen for the weary. The thwarted. The burdened. The frustrated  The disappointed. The disheartened. The relieved. The flattered. The placid. The losers. The saddened. The candid. The impatient. The secured. The unconcerned. The breath-taken.  It comes when seeing the sunset. The stars. The moonlight. The beach. The gleaming blue sky. And sure it happens when spotting lovers from the eyes of the dreamer. It does happen: exhalation.

Never are these breathing-in-and-outs hidden from God and He cares about what you’re going through.  You make them. God then hears them, counts them, and feels them.

Your sighs. No matter how heavy. No matter how silent.

“All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.” – Psalm 38:9

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