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Grace is a secret to man.
Love is the map that discovers it.
Faith is the compass,
God gives it all.

Sin is the dark night,
The Bible is the torch.
Follow the Light of the World,
not the World itself.

Temptation is the snake that attacks.
And we love the bites of the enemy.
But the Lord takes for Himself the mortal wound,
so we can live like He lived.

I do not understand!
I'm so foolish and blind, yet.
I wanted to love without knowing how to love.
I don't understand. Help!

And here I am.
I'm stuck in the path.
A narrow and dark and uncomfortable path.
I thought I knew where I was going.

Far, near, close, away
of Him, from Him,
in faith, disbelief.
Saved, doomed...

Only He knows what's going on with my life.
It's too big... it overblows my head.
The only thing I know is that
every prayer I make, ends with: Lord, save me.

A new heart is the start.
Eternal Life is the finish line.
I do not want to be an espectator anymore.
Follow Jesus, or go home.

Almost, Almost

I almost, almost
forgot the sound of your voice.
Sing, sing!
But, stop. It still hurts.

It is a bittersweet, bittersweet pain.
Eased a little bit every single day
I get into my knees and pray.
The way you taught me.

I'm sorry, sorry
for making "you" an idol
at my love to self's sake:
the real one I worship.

I smile, smile
at the shower of grace that God
bathes me and shows me the truth.
And your deliverance.

Keep teaching me and teaching me
the way you love God.
I see myself, and I think I'm not saved.
I don't have what moves you.

My heart breaks, breaks...
not for you anymore.
But for myself, because I thought
I loved God.

When I see your life, life
I see the work God is doing in you.
God bless you, my friend.
I'm always praying for you.
 

Clamor

Latidos que se distinguen de ladridos,
aullando de dolor y furia
contra un Dios amoroso y Vivo.
Acaso antes, estaba vivo yo?

Buscandolo a El, como a un doctor.
Genio de la lámpara que ilumina mis deseos.
Pero no lo busco a El.
Adjudico sentimientos y anhelos a su Nombre.

Pero no busco yo amarlo a El.
Ni obedecer sus Mandamientos.
Claro! "Es imprescindible", pienso yo.
Me rebelo ante El cada dia.

Pero aquí estoy, rogandole.
A El. El Verdadero.
El que dice que fue, que es y que ha de venir.
El que resucitó de entre los muertos.

El es la Verdad. Y la Verdad nos hará libres.
Del Yo, libres. Del placer libres.
Despojándonos de nuestro intento de felicidad. Libres.
Del intelecto humano. Camino lento y angosto.

Pero Libre.

No es lo mismo escribir es que es.
El corazón ES lo que Dios ve.
Dios ES quien ES.
Ser. O no ser. solo se imputa al hombre.

El es DIOS.
El es SEÑOR.
JESUS resucitó.
Y confiaré en El.