Sunday Songs: Few Words

The simplest of all love songs
I want to bring to You, oh yeah
So I’ll let my words be few, hey
Jesus, I am so in love with You

And I’ll stand in awe of You, Jesus
Yes, I’ll stand in awe of You
And I’ll let my words be few
Jesus, I am so in love with You

As a reading writer, words mean a lot to me. I am literally breathing words in and out, almost every second. This song’s title, Let My Words Be Few struck me.

Because indeed, no words will ever be enough to thank, to honor, to praise my and our Creator. ❤

Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!
This is my first Sunday Songs because I will now be joining my dear sister Stella. ❤
Video courtesy of Youtube. 🙂

Fierce, Fearless and…

She is fierce and fearless.

Fierce for clinging to a tattered, tough life.
Fierce for voicing what she thinks is right.
Fierce for loving those she loves.
Fierce for always, always standing up!

Fearless for saying what is true.
Fearless for always starting anew.
Fearless for either praise or boo.
Fearless for loving but not living color blue!

She is fierce and fearless but most of all she is FAITHFUL.
For living a hard life but still seeing what is beautiful.
For praising her soul’s main master.
For writing beautiful poems all tongues can utter.

Time may have diminished her gorgeous beauty,
but time has made her heart a more splendid entity.
Time may not erase her past that’s not so lovely,
but her brave heart remains capable of loving unselfishly.

Today I celebrate with her maker.
Because I am one of the souls she touched deep and deeper.
Today I’m sending this birthday letter,
for a fierce, fearless, faithful woman I call Sister! ❤


Written for my loving and gorgeous and sweet and talented and FIERCE and FEARLESS and FAITHFUL sister, Delyn of Stutter-Stepping Heart who is celebrating her birthday today, September 26. Pass on the cheesecake and grilled cheese please?! ❤ Love you!
Photo credit: Unsplash

To the Holder of my life’s map

I know You since I’m three or two.
You know life’s hell that I’ve been through.
Up, down, and up again
Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain.

Surrender, that’s what I did,
as I sink in the sea of grief.
My dream is dead, I said to self,
as I smell my failure’s stench.

I let go, and let You lead,
as my hope slowly fall asleep.
At my lowest, You came finally.
I touched the sky, on bended knee.

10.09.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: ilovehdwallpapers
Inspired by: Touch the Sky by Hillsong
Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 201: Day 05 Assignment.

First Prayer

A chain smoker. A decade-long drug addict. An abusive and unfaithful husband. An irresponsible father.

Yes. That’s me.

It is surely surprising for you to see me here. Seating in the middle of your holy house.

Honestly, I never planned to go to you. I have never went to you, in fact. Maybe the first and the last time that I stepped into your sacred home was when I was christened. And then just a day after that you killed my mom. Then my abusive and irresponsible dad, well, like father like son, left me too.

That’s how unfair you have been to me!

I learned to steal food to survive, even when I’m just three. I have evolved to a full-blown criminal with gangs as the family that you never let me have. I never get married, I have loved one woman only, but that doesn’t mean I was a good partner.

You cannot blame me, though. Because you’ve been unfair to me. Until now… you’re unfair to me.

So why the hell am I here?

For her, the only person that loved me despite my dark side.

For the first time and for the last time, I am begging you to please let her live.

I will not blame you, though I really badly want to curse you because you’ve been unfair to me! But for the sake of my five-year-old granddaughter, I am down on bended knees, please let her live.

She is the reason why my daughter let me live with them. She is the reason why her mom accepted me. It’s because of her, why I am now with my family after so many years.

She’s the only person who talks to me. She’s the only kid who considers me as a family. Her smiles are like sun rays. Her laughter are like chimes from heaven. She is my joy, she is my light.

And… she’s so young.

You can take me because my life has been wasted ever since. So come on! Take me!

But please… oh Lord… let my granddaughter live.

11.20.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: Unsplash
Originally written for Blogging University’s WRITING 101 Day 15 Assignment.