The Fellowship Of Our Life, Shadow Of Life, A Delicate Rainy Morning

THE FELLOWSHIP OF OUR LIFE

Lord holds our hands
And He directs us and
Providentially guides our steps
In ways that we may not understand.
How beautiful is this God
Who can teach His children!
We are circumcised inside
Without hands
With the fellowship of our life
And with this love coming from God,
Flowing so smoothly,
By the grace of Christ,
Flowing continuously
In the spirit of our being
For the eternity of our souls.
The circumcision of Christ
Had been buried with Him in baptism.
We walk in the Light
As He is in the Light.
We have fellowship with one another.
The blood of Jesus
Cleanses us from all sin.
The light of our Lord
Is the true and eternal light,
Which illuminates and sanctifies us
Transforming our inner-self.
We feel the ardent light of our faith
So necessary for purification.
He is the Light
And we need to be baptized
For receiving the gifts of the Holy Spirit
The fellowship of life is
Like a river that springs from God
And from His throne of love
By the grace of Christ,
When the externalized love
Becomes grace.
The Father's love flows outward
Through our Christ
Entering into our souls.
We feel so infused
With His sanctifying grace
And we understand that
The kingdom of our Lord is within us
And we may love
And we may live
And we are with Him
And we begin to understand Him better
Than yesterday.
With all our hearts we praise His Holy name.
Christ is the Lord!

SHADOW OF LIFE

I am a victim and you know that I know this.

You say that you love me,
But the words lose their meaning,
When they are passed through the filter
Of reason and truth.

I would have wished you to be the man of my dreams
Or at least I would have preferred that
Our seemingly love to be
Rather an illusion of reality
Than a reality of illusion

I wish you to be aware that
With every victim that dies
You're increasingly poor with a feeling..
And still less able to love again

And every time you kill
Love itself, of yourself, of herself
You just stay only with the shadow of life.

A DELICATE RAINY MORNING

If I felt that you would be here,
It was because your angel had touched me with his wing.
It was like a breeze
And
You have certainly been here with him
In an indestructible sensation.

Maybe you thought that the angel had told me,
But he would never say anything.

So, I've been waiting for you
To give me your love
In rainy mornings
With hopeless awakes.