From me to Papa

Papa God,

You knew me before I was born.
You probably saw me in my first conception, and you saw my future before me.
You probably frowned at some decisions I have made along the way all these years.
But you look out for me each time I fall.
The cuts and bruises were not so painful because You were always there beside me in silence.

Thank you for never giving up on me despite my rebellious spirit.
You are always there to open your arms each time I run home to you.
Thank you for reminding that I am loved when I don't feel so good about myself on gloomy days. There are days where I doubt if You made the right decision to choose me for each job.
But You convince me that the journey is worth far more than the destination.

Papa, when You look at me now, I hope I've made You proud. Not by what I do, but by the way I try to live my life by not looking back and moving forward to make each day count.

What counts is who I am in Your eyes.

Yours truly,
your Sheep in Progress

Poem: Missing

I miss the sound of your voice
The firm but gentle tone
I miss the impulse of calling you
The freedom to connect

I miss the nonsensical chatter
The time spent over nothing
I miss the crazy fun games
The simple pleasure of improvising

For a while now, you are missing
The clock just keeps on ticking
For so long, you have been missing
The phone has been silent

For a moment, you were missing
The smses stopped momentarily
For a lifetime, you remained missing
The letter is waiting for its receiver

by momoko69 

28.3.2011

A Little Psalm

It took a song
To remind me of Your love
A love that was paid in blood
Your love has won my heart

That year in a little room
My tears knew no bounds
But You reminded me
You love me in spite of everything

I have failed you
Seventy times seven
Yet I see you running
With open arms
Today, this song begins again
The tears start to roll
A gentle reminder of Your stubborn love

by momoko69
30.10.2010

~A-Poem For You~

Alone...
Alone at the bus stop
Alone at the movies
Alone in my thoughts
Alone is my walk
Alone...

Apart...
Apart from the schedules
Apart from the crowd
Apart from you
Apart from my heart
Apart...

Again...
Again in the dark
Again from the start
Again in my dreams
Again under the moon
Again...

by momoko (5.5.2010)

This poem was inspired by the sheer overwhelming loneliness I felt around me while sitting at the bus stop after work and a sharing by a girl friend about her life right now.

Who Am I, Lord?

I am nothing without You
Zilch even with all that is within me
Devoid of the facade that I create
Empty is my spirit that yearns for Your voice
I am made complete in You
Fulfilled in wholeness of being
The sum of all the parts
The missing piece that came home
I am humbled before You
When what is perfect meets daily inperfections
I take no delight in bragging my achievements
For You alone is my Glory.

by momoko (29.3.2010)