Sunday Songs: Desert Song

This is my prayer in the desert
When all that’s within me feels dry
This is my prayer in my hunger and need
My God is the God who provides

This is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flame

This is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on its way
I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I’ll stand

This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I’m filled to be emptied again
The seed I’ve received I will sow

All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship


Last week was hellish at work. The coming weeks might be worst because the major event will happen on December 13th. But as this song says, may it be a hellish or heavenly, I will still choose to sing, to worship the good good God who blessed me in ways I will never be able to fathom.

Life surely knows how to knock us down. But my dear, come back stronger. Stand up. Stand tall. We can do this! ❤

Have a blessed week, everyone!
This is my third Sunday Songs with my dearest sister Stella.❤ Join us?🙂
Video courtesy of Youtube.🙂

Lost and Found

Lost and Found (Inspired by Street Called Mercy by Hillsong United)

Bathed in sin, soaked in faults
I felt the scarlet blanket of kindness
draped softly on my scarred shoulders.
I am found, no longer lost.

10.24.2016
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Unsplash

In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by my love Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies and yours truly. ❤

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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.

You’ll Come

Surely as the sun will rise
You’ll come to us
Certain as the dawn appears

You’ll come
Let Your glory fall as You respond to us
Spirit rain
Flood into our thirsty hearts again
You’ll come, You’ll come

Lyrics from Hillsong United’s praise song

All copyright belongs to Hillsong United


Have a blessed Holy Week, everyone!

~

Drop, Up

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Just when I have
embraced–
accepted,
the
inevitable–
painful
drop,

YOU finally came,
and lift
me
up.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Carmine De Fazio


In response to Daily Post: Drop.

Inspired by  Vijaya and Mandi. Thank you lovely ladies for the uplifting words. I direly need them today. You are two beautiful souls and I am more than blessed to call you my blogger-friends. ❤

Here is another reason why I am feeling better now.

As surely as the sun will rise
You’ll come to us
Certain as the dawn appears

Let Your glory fall as You respond to us
Spirit rain
Flood into our thirsty hearts again
You’ll come, You’ll come

~

 

 

All of my Days

And my eyes they look unto You always
And I am captured by Your Majesty

All of my days
I will sing of Your greatness
All of my days
I will speak of Your grace
All of my days
I will tell of Your wonderous love
Your love in my life
Your love

Lyrics from Hillsong United’s praise song ‘All of my Days

All copyright belongs to Hillsong United

Photo credit: Tobendlight


Have a blessed Sunday, everyone!

~

Hurts like Hell

Even when my strength is lost
I’ll praise You
Even when I have no song
I’ll praise You
Even when it’s hard to find the words
Louder then I’ll sing Your praise

Even when the fight seems lost
I’ll praise You
Even when it hurts like hell
I’ll praise You
Even when it makes no sense to sing
Louder then I’ll sing Your praise

Lyrics from Hillsong United’s praise song “Even When It Hurts

All copyright belongs to Hillsong United

Photo credit: Tumblr


DAY 43 of 50 Days of Gratefulness

Today, I am grateful for Hillsong United.

I am a proud Christian, but that doesn’t mean I am holy. That doesn’t mean my life has been all about blessings and accomplishments. It isn’t.

I’ve mentioned in several posts the struggles that I’ve been through, about my Tatay, my Nanay, my family’s financial woes and my journey towards my dream.

Life has never been easy, but ever since I was a child, I took comfort in songs.

I can remember how I cried out while singing every Sunday, for those seven long months when I’ve been failing every job interview and job exams. I can remember how I cried out begging God for my Tatay’s and even Nanay’s life.

Now, as I recall them, I am so grateful for the songs written not just for the happy days or blessings. I am grateful for Hillsong United’s songs that you can sing, even when it hurts.

~

 

WRITING 201: 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 touch the sky, on bended knee

—-

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: ilovehdwallpapers 

Inspired by: Touch the Sky by Hillsong


In response to Writing 201 Day 5 assignment:

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

Maps tell stories — about places we know and others we wish to visit, about technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.

Whether you choose to write about an actual map, an imaginary one, or just about a particular route that means something special to you, make today’s poem about a space you inhabit (or wish to. Or would rather avoid).


After I read the assignment for today, I dig into my brain to look for inspiration.

I usually listen to music while I give the assignment some thoughts. “What kind of map should I include? To whom or to what should I write an ode for?”

Then it hit me. Words just flow through me as I compose this post while listening to the song that I embed.

It felt surreal to translate into words an ode to HIM who holds my map.

It felt right to give him back the honour He deserves.

It felt good to look back how HE picked me up when I am at my life’s lowest.

Yes, this is for HIM. To HIM who holds my map.

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