Between Truth and Me

Just because words come easy, it doesn’t mean I’m good,
A mask in every line, misunderstood;
A borrowed truth I fail to truly be,
I wonder why there’s so much fake in me.

Though deep within I wish to stand sincere,
I lose myself and drift away from clear;
Each step I take, I question what I show,
A truth I seek but somehow never know.

Oh Heavenly Lord, though late I call Your name,
Burn out the false, release me from this shame;
Hold on to me, don’t let my spirit stray,
Stand by my side and guide me on the way

Toward truth, toward light, toward all I’m meant to be,
And lead me home… where Mom still waits for me.

Prayer for Strength

 Oh heavenly Lord, make the heart so strong,
That it never turns where pains belong;
No thought of past, no shadow to stay,
Just light to walk the present way.

Never to fall where sins may grow,
Keep the path pure in all I know;
Let all be happy in lives they lead,
And grant me peace in thought and deed.

I see hearts hardened, steady like stone,
Unafraid to stand, to walk alone;
Grant me that strength to gently rise,
To live in truth, to be truly wise.

And when the final day draws near,
With no more doubt, no trace of fear;
Let me reach where my soul longs to be
In my mom’s love, waiting for me.

Stillness Inside

 Let the joy of being in self remain,
Alive for years, untouched by pain;
A quiet peace that softly stays,
Unfading through the passing days.

No more longing for what is gone,
No more shadows to lean upon;
To stand alone, yet feel complete,
With steady heart and soul at peace.

To live, to breathe, to simply be
And find all happiness within me

The Circle of Illusion

Missing someone feels almost like a sin,
A restless echo stirring deep within;
The mind still wanders through what is not there,
Chasing a shadow floating in the air.

Surrounded always by illusions bright,
Mistaking dreams for something real in sight;
Then comes a blow so sudden, hard, and deep,
That breaks the heart and shatters fragile sleep.

Falling so low it feels close to the death end,
As if no strength remains the soul to mend;
Yet strangely, rising from that wounded ground,
A foolish hope returns, stubbornly found.

And there again the heart begins its role
A stubborn dreamer in a fragile soul.

Final Surrender

When pain conquers the body and leads to death,

The body surrenders with its final breath;

It loosens its hold and quietly allows

The soul to move on beyond earthly vows.

The soul no longer longs for anything here,
No ties, no desires, no shadow of fear;
It walks toward a silence gentle and deep,
Where eternal contentment waits in sleep.

Leaving behind all the bonds once known,
Material dreams that were never its own;
Free from the world it once called its place,
The soul moves onward in quiet grace.

Your Presence

Whenever I feel low,

Whenever I feel down,

Whenever loneliness surrounds my heart—

I think of you, Mom.

Your presence alone is enough,
Even if only in memory and thought;
In that quiet feeling of you near,
My heart finds contentment and peace.

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