Poet of Everyday

I stared at the crowd and started again, The rhymed words in my mind that never ends Little by little I a put them together Then I realized I made a poet unheard.

I always do this to others Whenever I walked to strangers, As if their like a blank sheet, Needed to be filled with colourful words

I just came a thought of something What if I make one for me? Would I make the same like them? Or I would just stare at my blank sheet?

I think of my own life and asked, Who am I? What do I live for? Then I remembered the days When my lifes wasted.

I was nowhere to be found My hands used to steal, My heart was full of anger, My mouth used to spoke ruthless, That was before, nothing. Then a time came when He came One of unexpected dream A light scattered and beamed

My life became meaningful Ive been changed and renewed By His love and grace, The Salvation is free.

He call me His own And carried me to a place Where he wants me to. A place of security and refuge

I knew this was all His purpose To praise Him all of my days,

To choose the path that leads to Him To take care of the life He gave

Youre my favourite song of all My softest pillow to lean on And my hardest rock to cling on My everything and my Life.

My Unseen Friend
They call Him Almighty They call Him God They call Him King of kings I call Him Friend

For He saves He loves He gives He comforts.

I chose Him for He chose me first, I call Him Friend for He calls me first Whenever I seek Him I feel His warm presence.

Every time I open His word I sank deeply in His Love For I am thirsty and hungry for more I waited to see Him.

Teacher: The Farmer

He gathered his tools And prepared the soil Removed the weeds, And planted the seeds.

He waters him daily, Sings to him happily, Talks to him as a need Take off his dried leaves.

A teacher is a farmer, Who sow a seed, And expects a reap, A great number of harvest.

A seed is delicate. It can be eaten by birds, Or dried up in the sun, So a farmer must be careful.

A teacher shall be a farmer, Who patiently waits in harvest, Who cares and loves so much, Who work hard for it. A teacher sharpens his tools, To mold us into better, And a person who will grow In the life walking with God.

Highschool Life
I entered a four cornered room There were dim light and big windows, And unclean blackboard, A group of person whom you know.

Every part of the classroom, There are stories unending, Every person has their own story, That was cherished forever.

There were laughters and sorrows, There were jokes and serious, There were fights and unities There were study and party.

There were days that was hard, Because of teachers who scolded us, There were crazy people Who loves fun and made you laugh. The younger days had gone,

Thumbsucks and spoiled had gone, Were now in the edge of the corner And needed to know the basics of life,

Were now on the peak, On the top of a steep cliff, Were ready to spread The God-given wings to soar high.

Classmates
They made you laugh, They made you smile, They made you sob They made you crazy.

Some are different, Some are the same, Some helps you, In times of troubles.

We worked together, We hurt together, We stand together, cause we believe together.