Saturday, October 9, 2010
A Creature and Its Victim
only one will outsmart the other,
one victor and one loser,
but results often lie,
let’s admit it, we crown champions real easy,
we ameliorate them,
and we humiliate the defeated,
treating them like a bright yellow trash bag
containing a corpse of a cat,
its still, soft body twitching occasionally,
as if its spirit is fighting for another chance, another round
at completing its task of severing
the veins of what was supposedly the victim.
Poor cat, mangled, strangled by Mother,
whose hands are clawed and flowing with blood,
walking out the house carrying her trophy
triumphantly, to the garbage disposal,
plodding about to the praise of invisible powers and people,
while her visible sons stare
at their champion
crumble and form into a
creature.
15.70
says the waitress,
her slang as sharp as the slits of her Chinese eyes,
her verbs and nouns
planted so haphazardly,
almost growing out of her equally garbled flowery apron.
Fifteen Ringgit and seventy cents,
corrects Mom,
in the accent acquired from St. George’s,
where the finest girls are given British brains
to etch up Eastern Elizabeths,
perfectly poised to stand upright, polite and petite,
flawless aristocrats, no bawlers of fowl vowels.
15.70 please,
I mouthed
a weak reply to a matted-haired Mandarin woman,
so meekly I’d hope she wouldn’t mind my English
though she didn’t take matters into hands, her lips battered me
in diction enunciated faster than I could pronounce Women’s Weekly,
exposed me a British banana, muted within my sallow skin.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Spiritual Oppression
A tape blaring, banging away at my drums
With sticks sprouted with thorns.
Good Lord, take them away,
My hands are bleeding,
Marking my pleadings on the wall
Only You and I could read.
I’m left bleak with unsympathizing, sick
Hands violating me with great shame,
Patronizing again and yet again the repeat button
That plays the agonizing percussion, “You’ve failed.”
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
My Japanese Roommate
A skunk he called a puppy dog,
Doggie, Doggie, Doggie, chased he the thing,
He never saw what hit him then,
No marks, no scars, but he left like a corpse,
Both eyes and nose kept wide-opened,
Third day he rose, never to near one more,
Shota boy, bless his heart and soul.
My Dusty Photo
My table stands a picture framed in dust,
Of friends, dear friends who one by one have left,
How ticks and tocks time, blown as if by gust,
At last, one more flew, ceded me a cleft,
Prompts me with pain that cleaning is a must.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Letter To a Friend
Meant to be written to bid farewell,
All clumped up in my head,
Clogged up as it seems
With erratic emotions,
Flushed with days gone by,
With stains that could have ruined the friendship,
Yet become the source of laughter,
Making us closer than brothers.
Dear Lord,
It's not easy to see a friend off,
My mind is filled with desire to stay on,
Unwilling to move on,
Yet, You have plans for me,
Good ones beyond what I can ever imagine,
So I thank You that I got to meet him,
Even if it is for a brief period of time
In this world that is never ours.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Son of a Weatherman
Whose sole obsession is
To stare at the sky and hope it'll fall,
But I'm not like him,
Dare I ask why?
I love the smell of the air before
The waters plunge down,
I love rainbows visible and green grass,
Wet with heaven's dew.
Yet, I'm not my Father,
I can wait for eternity just staring at nature,
And Father is like me,
Except that he'd expect dollar signs to
Fall down with the rain.
I used to despise Father,
Because I've never quite seem to resemble him,
Sound like him,
Or like the things he likes,
Pray, should I even be like him at all?
I've learned, though,
That I'm never meant to be like him,
That it's alright to be myself,
To have my own ideals, opinions and goals,
And to have the rights to believe that money isn't everything.
Father, I pray that you'd understand one day,
That I'll always be yours,
But I'll never quite be the one you'd hope,
And my greatest desire is for you
To return a smile and embrace me.
Reflections on a Rainy Day
Cloudy and occasionally rainy,
I don't know why,
But it reminds me of times of being
Separated from loved ones,
Of times when sorrow seems to be
Unending,
Of days when my food are but tears,
And my heart cut open,
Waiting to bleed down the ground.
Honey, many have said,
Is good with a cup of hot tea on a
Rainy day,
I wonder why,
Perhaps it reminds us that there is
Goodness in the world,
That healing tastes even sweater
After the torrents break loose,
And especially when life seems nothing
But a floodgate of tears.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Day in an English Class in America
Voices around me,
I turn my head around
In a chamber filled with others,
To eye on their mouths rapidly
Moving,
Twitching,
Producing sounds to add to a symphony of angelic choruses,
Or to condemn to hell litanies of said words
Not worthy to be enthroned.
With eyes but little lines carved on yellow skin,
I sometimes peer out the translucent barrier
Perhaps to catch a glimpse of something else
That might excite me,
An altogether ingenious excuse
To avoid the cloistered realm,
Where the celestial war rages
Among the others.
And I,
On the outskirts,
Am always invited to join in
The battle that is never mine,
To carry weapons that are foreign,
To tear down what is truly in my heart,
Forced to feign a face bright with a large smile,
But deep inside, my blood seethe with inexpressible anger,
Nothing but conflicted feelings,
That I'd betrayed my roots,
Sold my worth to others
Who'd read so much,
Yet whose feet are so firmly planted
On this soil of supposed freedom and beauty,
Unable to understand what it means
To be of both worlds,
But in actuality,
Neither.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Comfort Foods
Well, I've begun reevaluating my cravings nowadays. Sadly to say, my stomach's been moving towards Chick-Fil-A's chicken sandwich and Nong Shim's "Indo-mie," Chapagetti. It is just this very day that I had a sampling of both my recent favorites, which I have tried to resist against for a while now. The sumptuous chicken sandwich with a touch of mayonaise... Heaven. And the Korean ramen version of the Chajang Myun.... So delectable. God save me.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Head or Tail, It’s Part of the Same Coin
Hope for an angel to emerge from cupped hands,
Eyes staring, sweat dripping down my brows,
Drums rolling within my heart…
Silence.
Light faded, darkness enters,
When Lucifer gaily laughs at Adam and Eve,
And my life dangles precariously on its tail.
Such luck, huh?
They say you win some, you lose some.
But when you toss a coin,
Heads or tails dictate your destiny,
This time,
I thought I lost everything,
In this game of life.
Flip it again,
Glittering the coin goes,
Flittering up and then descends nonchalantly,
Into the hands of One,
Whose grace is sufficient for me.
Surfacing from the palms that holds both life and death,
Gabriel stands, announcing peace,
Then, everything hangs in a standstill,
In awe,
Like a child staring at billowing clouds in an empty blue sky,
When I realize that sorrow lies for only a time,
And that life has two sides,
Enclosed inside the hands of the Great I AM.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
When Leaves Fall in Autumn
I long as I stared at the falling leaves,
Asking, seeking for any sign of grace,
Can there be such a man our grief relieves?
Friday, October 9, 2009
日記第一
チャレンジするため、やりたい人が一人のパートナーを見つけなければなりませんでした。僕はそのイベントに入りたいけど、だれも僕のパートナーにならなかったので、レッドダートチャレンジをやれなかった。だけど、そのまえの日、ジャズのパートナーがびょうきになった。ですから、ジャズがチャレンジをまだやりたければ、あたらしいパートナーを見つけなければなりませんでした。そして、僕はジャズがパートナーがほしいって聞いた時、ジャズにそのことをすぐ話しました。
そのあと、僕はジャズのパートナーになりました。チャレンジの日、7時におきて、僕はジャズといっしょに車でバッフォローギャップという町に行きました。チャレンジでじてんしゃにのるため、僕たちも自分のじてんしゃを持って行きました。そのばしょにいくのに、30分かかりました。それから、イベントのところにつくまえ、僕はそのトライアスロンで力が出るように、僕はジャズに食べ物を食べさせられました。
げんじつに、そのイベントは僕のはじめてのトライアスロンでした。チャレンジにはいるまえ、いつもびょうきになったり、つかれたり、よわくなったりしました。それでも、僕はじつりょくをたしかめたいので、そのイベントをやりたかった。
10時ぐらいに、チャレンジがはじまりました。僕とジャズがしょしんしゃだったから、どんどん僕たちはいちばんうしろにちかづいてしまいました。だけど、あきらめないで、僕たちはそのレースでさいぜんをつくしました。じてんしゃにのっている時、きゅうなおかでじてんしゃをはやくこいでいたので、僕はじてんしゃからおちてけがをしました。その時に、ジャズが僕のうしろにいたのでどうやって僕がおちたのかを全部しっていました。ジャズによると、じてんしゃからおちる時、はじめに、僕はじてんしゃから上にとびました。ころんだあと、 かおとひざをひどくけがしました。本当に、その時がいちばんこわっかたです。おちるまえ、僕は落ちるのがわかったから、神様におもしろく日本語で「神様、たすけてくれ!」とさけびました。その時、ぼくは死ぬと思っていた。でも、僕のかおが土についたあと、ぼくのめがねがこわれないように、神がぼくをたすけてくれました。やっぱり、もし僕のめがねがこわれたら、今日ぼくはもうもくの人になったかもしれない。
それから、ジャズがむりょくな僕をてつだってくれて、きゅうきゅうしゃをよんでくれました。その時、僕の体がいたくなったり、ひざも血が出ていたり、かおがすべて血で覆われていたりしました。しかし、きゅうきゅうしゃがはやく来てくれて、僕はかんしゃしました。きゅうきゅうしゃから出て来た二人のやさしいきゅうきゅうたいいんが、僕をきゅうきゅうしゃにはこびました。中で、かれらが僕をかいふくさせながら、僕といろいろなことをしゃべっていました。一人のきゅうきゅうたいいんはかんたんに僕のきずにほうたいをまきながら、僕とじょうだんを言いあっていました。その人の名前はブッシュだから、はじめに僕に会った時、僕に「わしはアメリカのだいとうりょうです。お会いできてこうえいです。」と言っていました。まだ僕がこんらんしていたので、かれによわく「よろしく。」と言いました。15分たったあと、かれらは僕のほうたいをまきおわりました。その時、僕がきゅうに元気になって、自分で立つことができて、なおりそうだったから、レースをさいごまでやりとげたかった。でも、きゅうきゅうたいいんたちが僕に「あなたはレースをやめて、やすんだほうがいいです」って言ったけど、まだ僕はチャレンジをやりとげるつもりでした。僕がいためたから、ふつうのじょうきょうでレースをおわるようにきょかしてもらえなかったけど、まだ僕たちはチャレンジをできました。僕はきゅうきゅうたいいんたちに「レースをやりとげたいんです」と言っている時、僕の顔がまじめだったから、かれらが僕にチャレンジをつづけさせてくれたのかもしれない。ジャズも僕をおうえんしてくれたので、レースをやりとげること、がんばってみたかった。それで、ゆっくりじてんしゃにのって、チャレンジができました。チャレンジはむずかしくていたかったけど、僕たちがさいごまでさいぜんをつくしてよかった。
もし一つまなんだことがあるとすれば、それは僕の人生がむずかしくても、僕はあきらめない人ということです。僕は神様といっしょにいることもまなびました。
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
What Sim Could Have Been Thinking About If He Had to Write Something On the Spot
What is the Gospel?
Imagine being a sidekick of a superhero. Imagine the fame, glory and honor for being able to participate alongside Batman in the action of saving Gotham City. Do halt pondering about the metaphor immediately if you are thinking about the ludicrous red velvety tights Robin wears. Unfortunately, such a figurative manner of portraying the gospel has its limits. Then again, by using this approach, a reasonable, yet fresh, understanding of the gospel can be observed. So, if God is the hero and those who have responded to the gospel are God’s sidekicks, the gospel can then be fully comprehended as an invitation in partaking in the mission of God’s kingdom. Thus, the good news becomes a verb in the present continuous tense, rather than just a product that guarantees salvation if accepted at a certain point in life. Nonetheless, many church-going, Bible-believing Christians are more inclined to take the latter definition of the good news, probably writhing at the thought of becoming God’s Robin. After all, who in the right of mind wants to wear such a tight and humiliating outfit? Anyway, aside from the crude humor, perhaps modern Christians are so indoctrinated with the “product gospel” because the modern church has so codified the gospel in the consumerist language. This obviously also results in the good news of Jesus Christ becoming a doctrine about the “I” pronoun, rather than being about what God has done. After all, do we not hear in church that the good news is about “my” salvation, “my” baptism and “my” Jesus?
Sadly, we have replaced the cover of every Batman comic with that of Robin’s images. Such a thought only brings chills to one’s back, especially if it has to do with Robin’s ridiculous costume. Yet, it is the truth. For what God desires is, through His gospel, a partnership with humanity – He is the hero and we are his sidekick. Nonetheless, the postmodern and post-enlightenment good news has been degraded to the point that God has no place in it anymore. Even if He does have a room in such a gospel, He is still almost always not the focal point of it. Much worse, God acts like a puppet king, whereby we act as his ventriloquist, mouthing words as if they are the actual words of God. For instance, many Christians often have their preconceived ideas about the gospel, and to justify their opinions, they make it seem as if their message is in accordance to the Bible.
Perhaps, we might have jumped a little ahead of what the gospel, in its simplistic form, means. Despite the tying in with the hero-sidekick mythos, the gospel is still about the life, death and resurrection of Jesus. Thus, without Jesus, there is no good news. Nevertheless, the gospel is not just about what God has done through Jesus. There is a choice to be made after the gospel is presented. Either one rejects it or one accepts it. There are no maybes here. If one chooses to accept the good news, that person is essentially joining with Christ in His mission of opening the eyes of the blind, of freeing the captives from prison and the releasing of those who sit in the dungeon of darkness.
Of course, this partnership is also hinted at in the wedding feast of the Lamb in Revelation. Here, the church, the bride of Christ, celebrates and participates with her Bridegroom. The wedding feast is not depicted as a Christ-only affair. It is the merry-making with the Church – an act of cooperation. Similarly, when Jesus promises the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, He is talking about the Christian individual working together with God. Thus, the good news of Jesus Christ is not merely about God alone, or humankind alone. It is a beautiful picture of the coming together of the Divine and His people in a oneness – a dance, one might even add – never thought possible. Without one or the other, the good news sounds vain and is no different from the other world religions. In any case, Christ has not left us with that definition. That only brings back the metaphor of Batman and his sidekick, the leader and his assistant swashbuckling through the darkness of Gotham City. It really does make so much sense to picture Christ as Batman and the church as Robin, does it not?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Much Ado About Nothing
The Neighbor According to Jesus
Perhaps one of the most illustrious parables of Jesus, the parable of the Good Samaritan is found only within the Gospel of Luke. In the 10th chapter, beginning with the 25th verse, Jesus is confronted with a question by an “expert of the Law,” who asks, “Teacher, what must I do to inherit eternal life?” Instead of giving the answer, Jesus throws back the question to the lawyer, who in turn answers his own inquiry. Drawing his response from the Torah, or the Law, the expert responds, “'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind'; and, 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'” Jesus, then, commands the man to do similarly. However, to justify himself, the expert again queries Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” In reaction, Jesus begins to tell the man a parable, the parable we now dub the parable of the Good Samaritan. In his story, Jesus talks about a man, who came from Jerusalem, and is heading to Jericho. On the journey, a band of robbers comes into the scene, beats the traveler up, steals his possessions and leaves him to die. Subsequently, a Jewish priest comes by the same road; sees the injured man, and passes by the other side. Next a religious Levite treads around the place, and does the same as the priest. Finally, a Samaritan turns up, and upon seeing the man, the readers are told that he bandages and cleans the half-dead man, and takes him to an inn to recover. Of course, the Samaritan’s benevolence is further demonstrated as he pays, also, the bills of the wounded person. After finishing with the parable, Jesus again asks the Torah expert, “Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?” The lawyer answers, “The one who had mercy on him.” Then, Jesus charges the man to do likewise. (The New International Version, Luke 10.25-37)
From the reading of the passage, it is clear that the Law requires its adherers to love their neighbors, implying that the neighbor is the object of the act of love. However, Jesus’ view of the neighbor does not just encompass the traditional perspective. Rather, he challenges, if not redefines, what a neighbor should be to his listeners. Thus, through the parable of the Good Samaritan, Jesus includes that a neighbor is not only a person who is in need, but also one who is different from us and simultaneously, us.
Firstly, in the parable, in accordance to the Law, the injured man can definitely fit into a definition of a neighbor. After all, he is the recipient of the mercy dispensed by the Samaritan. This certainly matches with the Random House Dictionary’s definition of the word neighbor, “one’s fellow human being,” as the Samaritan shows mercy to an equal species, the injured traveler. Yet, one may question why Jesus’ parable ends up with the Samaritan as the neighbor instead of the beaten-up traveler. Assuming that Jesus has not misheard the expert’s question, one can either witness Jesus as he detangles a common stereotype, or conclude that he has no shred of intelligence to come up with an adequate answer. However, for the sake of a purposeful evaluation, let us assume the former, and discard the latter (with no hint of regret, lest the reader turns into a pillar of salt). As such, Jesus is not trying to undermine the traditional view of one’s neighbor. On the contrary, he desires instead to unravel the often times clouded, misled and discriminatory perception of who a neighbor can also be.
Since the neighbor is the Samaritan, rather than a Jew, it can be implied that Jesus is hinting that the neighbor can also include a person who is different, perhaps even despised. Of course, Jesus’ tactics in proving his point can be argued against. Obviously, it is only Jesus who can set up such an elaborate trap, which requires the poor lawyer to choose the Samaritan as the only suitable answer to his own question. Even then, the expert fails to utter the word Samaritan, only able to pronounce weakly, “the one who had mercy.” This indirectly reveals his discrimination of the reviled half-Jewish inhabitants of Samaria. From the subtle example, one can unquestionably observe the expert’s intolerance of a person dissimilar from him. Therefore, when Jesus portrays the Samaritan as the neighbor, he is essentially jabbing at the man’s prejudice of someone or something different from him. Furthermore, to compliment his point, Jesus depicts the Samaritan as helping a non-Samaritan – an act of showing love to a stranger. Doing so, Jesus is helping the lawyer to see beyond his discrimination, and recognize that a neighbor too can be the one he hates.
Finally, as Jesus commands the expert of the law to “do likewise,” he is also implying that the man should be a neighbor like the Samaritan. In other words, Jesus means that the neighbor is us, as well. This certainly ties well with another definition of “neighbor” found in the Random House Dictionary, “a person who shows kindliness or helpfulness toward his or her fellow humans.” When the lawyer asks the question about the identity of his neighbor, his intent lies in his desires to hear an answer from Jesus that he can easily digest. Thus, his motivation to is to show that he has done all he can to love such a person. However, instead of addressing the lawyer’s issues of the neighbor’s identity, Jesus points back to him, almost as if accusing him, “Have you yourself been a neighbor to others?” Then, he commands the man to be a neighbor, just like the Samaritan, who shows mercy in the parable. So, in this case, Jesus desires that we should be neighbors to others.
Thus, it is irrefutable that, according to Jesus, a definition of a neighbor transcends stereotypical beliefs and personal prejudices. On the wide spectrum, Jesus offers his view of a neighbor, that he is not only a person we are able to love, but also includes our enemy, while at the same time being ourselves. Apparently, the conclusion of who should be our neighbor ends up differently from what is expected. Such a feat is nothing less from Jesus, who is intentional in not mouthing out clichés. On the contrary, the Lion of Judah is aggressively out to take captive a people to make into critical thinkers.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
When It Was All Over
She said there's just one thing I have got to know
What in that moment when you were running so hard and fast
Made you stop and turn for home
He said I always knew you loved me even though I'd broken your heart
I always knew there'd be a place for me to make a brand new start
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
When it was over and they could talk about it
They were sitting on the couch
She said what on earth made you stay here
When you finally figured out what I was all about
He said I always knew you'd do the right thing
Even though it might take some time
She said, Yeah, I felt that and that's probably what saved my life
Oh love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Love wash over a multitude of things
Make us whole
There is a love that never fails
There is a healing that always prevails
There is a hope that whispers a vow
A promise to stay while we're working it out
So come with your love and wash over us
- From: Sara Groves, Add to Beauty
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A Structuralist's Critique of Optimus "Past-His" Prime
According to the Merriam Webster Online dictionary, a hero is defined as a legendary male warrior endowed with “great strength or ability,” renowned for his “achievements and noble qualities.” Though helpful, a dictionary’s definition of a hero is, tragically, redundant, especially in today’s day and age where action movies pass here and by. Therefore, it is no longer surprising that a common layman with no surplus training in English can just as easily characterize what an action hero is without a dictionary. From action films such as Diehard, Spiderman, Indiana Jones and etc., it is apparent that the main protagonist is nearly almost represented as possessing an almost god-like strength, and then goes through a series of hurdles, of which he will, in the end, overcome. Of course, the most important trait of an action hero is that he is revered. Thus, it is clear that the animated movie’s Optimus Prime, portrayed as a self-sacrificing, courageous and fearless leader, with no hint of dim-wittedness or casual humor, is the action hero of the movie.
However, in 2007, movie director, Michael Bay released his live-action Transformers film. Instead of sticking to the character canon of Optimus Prime, Bay reinvents the robot. His reimagining of Prime is not only limited to the welcomed redesign of the overall machine’s appearance, but also in the subtle changes of his personality in the blockbuster. Unfortunately, the director should have kept his hands off from an attempt to renew the hero’s character. Instead of making Prime epic in the movie, to the chagrin of loyal fanatics, Bay’s version of the robot appears weak, bumbling, and ultimately not the hero of the motion picture.
Although Prime looks astounding in the recent film, his character is, unfortunately, incompetent. In the almost anti-climatic final battle scene, Prime is pitted against Megatron to a death match. Again and again, Prime succumbs into Megatron’s endless attacks, unable to hold his ground. Perhaps the director desires to show the audience just how desperate the war against the Decepticons is. Possibly still, Bay wants to highlight the terror of Megatron as the ultimate villain – after all, the Devil needs to have enough power to challenge God. So, in order to artificially convey his story, the director attributes much strength to Megatron – maybe a tad too much. Furthermore, he does it at the expense of Prime’s chief characteristic: his ability to triumph against evil. A real Prime is one that can square off against his arch-nemesis, even if the battle can be long drawn, and still emerges as the victor. Thus, there is no evidence that the recent film’s Autobot leader is a genuine Prime, much less the hero. To further tarnish the Prime’s role, the one who actually deactivates Megatron, towards the end, is none other than the excruciatingly insignificant human character, Sam Witwicky.
Secondly, Prime in Bay’s film is, sadly, shown to be a clumsy leader (if one could even call him that). After arriving from space, Prime is taken to Witwicky’s home, where he and his equally blundering allies are inevitably depicted as trashing the outdoor garden into ruins. Apologizing to Witwicky, another uncharacteristic quality the movie’s Prime suffers from, the head of the Autobots cries, “My bad.” Talk about appalling lines! What more, such a script reserved for the legendary Prime! It is as if the live-action Prime is devoid of his once lavish, yet valiant, dialogues. Such a line only serves to erode what little admiration the audiences have left for Prime. What a terrible injustice committed against the series’ fans as they watched writhingly their childhood hero suddenly appear in the limelight with a sort of amnesia.
Finally, Prime in this recent film is not even the hero of his own show. To further add insult to injury, the Autobot leader in the film needs to depend on Witwicky, to vanquish the nemesis. Moreover, sounding even more absurd, the teenager pronounces death by simply inserting a piece of metal, the Allspark, into the chest of the enemy. Such a conclusion suggests as if all the damages that Prime has sustained in battling Megatron are in vain. Why did Prime even bother risking his life to defend the humans when it just takes a skinny adolescent to easily end the war? Going along this line, one can also conclude that the movie should rather be titled “Sam Witwicky” rather than “Transformers.” In fact, Prime in the movie can even be renamed as Optimus Past-His-Prime. If Witwicky is the main hero, the appearances of the Prime, even the Autobots, has unexpectedly become superfluous, unnecessary and, like a death blow, irrelevant.
Regrettably, the character, Optimus Prime is not properly represented as an action hero in Bay’s theatrical adaptation of the Transformers. Instead of being the ultimate victor, the brave leader and the hero of the film, Prime is reduced into nothing more than just a stage prop sarcastically labeled as “Optimus Prime,” debilitated and castrated. Will there be a day when the Hero will rise from the ashes?
Thursday, September 3, 2009
A Plea for a Friend
O Gracious Father, You who hear our prayers,
Listen to our pleas for Hebe, Dear Lord,
God, heal her, free her from the devil's snares,
Lead her, guide her, show her Your grace is poured
For her, Your Son Jesus her burden bears.
Though broken she lies, you will wipe her tears,
For death has been defeated. Peace you give,
As not the world gives, that vain not the jeers
You suffered, sin still smothers us captive.
Yet, Jesus rose from death, our cries He hears.
Lord, come, as this prayer falls on Your ears,
O Holy Ghost who groans inaudibly
Will you quell not, Your child, Hebe from fears?
We trust You are with her no less subtly,
As one we resound our "Amens" and cheers.
