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PAIN IS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

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Just starting is the best strengthening, it is a feast of our weak being.   Pain tend you to stream your tears, but it is washing your lens to see more brighter and clearer.   Your life may be vague without experiencing turmoil.   When your heart is crying it isn't weakness but truthfulness of a soul.   When you sob, it means you have the feeling, you're human.   You are infinite, but you are alive. You are chosen.   At first, you can say that the pain is unfordable, but you didn't know the true meaning of it:   It is molding you. It is washing you. It cleans you.   It is heaviness, carrying the world when you cry. But it is God's Grace that you cannot deny.   Cry, see the world. But in losing, there's a triumph waiting ahead, the blessings...   Pain is just a false alarm, not to fool you, not to destroy you, but to save you in the abyss of harm. ~ME Helen A. Sarita  #PainIsABlessingInDisguise #BlessingInDisguise #FalseAlarm #SavedF...
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THE COMMAND OF.THE STELLARS

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Celebrating the command of the stellars, as they follow the direction of my path.   A big breath of fresh air I shall, setting my spirit free at last.   I can face anyone with an honest stare, I am not embarrassed by the teasing wind.   This is freedom. This is liberty. A new life now begins.   The portal opens, I enter inside, walking carefully with every stride.   This is the answer to my weariness, the fulfillment of the promise.   I'm grateful for His way, I am thankful for His loving mercy.   Turning the page, seeing wonders unfold, wonders of faith with Grace untold.   I am indeed blessed. As I worship, I have rest long.   Never mind what others say, for I know where I belong. My rightful place is here, safe in His love and strong.
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SOULS OF ETERNITY

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Our souls travel together toward the realm of eternity.   We are soulbound, drifting the air that surround. Taking away the mystery, while time repairs our pains intensely.   Our hearts reverberate, wondering what destiny is waiting.   Yet our immortal souls embrace closely, contented and wavering.   No matter what lies ahead, we travel together in harmony, both longing, yes.   In this beautiful, eccentric and immortal journey,   I promise to be all yours throughout our way.
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STRIKE WHILE MY HEART'S IS BURNING

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 Strike while the heart is burning, I am not here in this world for nothing.   I did not plan for mere profit or gain, nor for what the future might bring.  This is not my own perspective, but it is God's plan and vision, which is perfect.   It is my task, it is my mission, to surrender and salute to His vision. For I am used as an instrument to uplift many souls... it is His fulfillment.   People wonder at my bravery, but it is not just words I care to say. It must be done to inspire and bless, including my own heart craving for peace.   Strike while the heart is burning, for the Spirit within me is working. Flowing through me for others incredibly, giving myself the call of my duty.   I am just here, a passionate vessel, pouring words of wisdom and zeal.  I listen to my soul and its longing, for He sees the preciousness of what I am doing.
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LIVING STONES, PRECIOUS GEMS

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We can be a stone, a source of strength, solid, embodied, and strong. We glitter like gems, shining bright, reflecting His holy light.   If we forget ourselves and detach from this world, we might lose our way.   Yet we choose to be light, a shine to everyone's gloom, and remain precious in His sight.   We are the chosen race, called to embrace sacrifices and suffering. Because our tribulations will not be wasted; they will turn into something beautiful and gracious.   We believe in our spiritual home, where everyone is welcome. And we render ourselves, acting in alignment with His perfect will.   Yes, we are a living stone, firm and founded on Rock. No one can ever conquer us, for we belong to God. ~ME HelenSarita 
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STORM OF THE HEART

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I am sleepy, yet I can feel my heart reverberating, Beating loud for the things I feel so deeply. It is akin to thunder drawn by the crying clouds, A powerful sound that the sky cannot hide.   I cannot conceal this kind of emotion, I need to promulgate it through the air of passion. Let it travel far, reaching hearts of confusion, Asking why this pain remains in my vision.   Why must I feel this while multitasking myself? Why does it remind me of the love I longed for? His touch, his love... even if it was not enough, Even if it was not the way I wanted to be loved.   But still... oh still... He feels the shout of my very heart. No matter what happens,  my soul is still so much in love with him.  ME
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THE ART OF MY BEING

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I'd like to let my soul slumber for a while, My body seeks the comfort of rest. I turn my thoughts away from noise and strife, Wishing my spirit to be tranquil and blessed.   May you understand the depth of my being, As it matures like a silent wind. It is a magic sedative that soaks my mind, Penetrating deep within.   The residue of chaos, the shadows of past, Sometimes made me feel so futile and abhor. Yet look! A wonderful art was born, Created from what I endured.   The remnants of ashes from my uncertain past now allow my soul to dream and trust, hoping and believing this peace will remain, and in God's grace, forever stay, not in vain.   I just love to be mindful with my compassion  My love intensely flows within my heart. I only want to flow in Your passion, And let Your love be my work of art.
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