To feel is much different from touch Because to feel is to lay down one’s life To feel is to sacrifice one’s desire for happiness
To feel is to give favor and grace to someone
To feel is to forgive and forget everything To feel is to make someone’s regrets thine To feel is to sympathies and pity, one
To feel is an agent of maturity and discipline
To be sensitive to feelings is the toughest quality To possess it someone must to be broken and shattered But to give is to turn sorrow to joy and heartbreaks to comfort
Feel thyself and comfort thyself and prepare oneself
Because one day thou shalt give it plenty to someone Be broken and be shattered to feel someone’s tragedy A storm will enter thy life to water the habitation for life to prosper
To feel is the hardest quality of human
Because sacrifice is such a cliché that a manner is not To feel is to love beyond what is expected from you To feel is to feel regret and sorrow together
Feelings are not just the product of heart
It is the dispersion of the Spirit’s uniqueness and oneness But to find purpose and guidance is to feel someone To find the core of pain and sufferings, You felt me, and rescued me When all hope was lost and my will was away When I am finding myself thy love found me When I am in the depths you reach down on me
Thank you for everything
I thank you not because of my achievements I thank you not because of my family I thank you not because of my relationships I will never thank you because you created me
I will always be grateful because thou art God
Thou art the one who gave my achievements Thou art the one who built my family Thou art the one who fixed my relationships Thou art the one who wonderfully and fearfully created me
Out of the sinking depths of sorrow and affliction
Thou reached out thy hand and picked me up From darkness to light, from sadness to joy Thy love so infinite so abounding unmeasurable grace
I am grateful because of thy light and vision
You saw a potential in me when I am hiding from it You pushed me to reached a purpose so divine You encouraged me when all my power was taken away I am grateful for thy holy and wonderful name Thy name so perfect and divine that redeemed me By thy power my chains and shackles were broken By thy sacrifice my past and future was secured
What mystery is this? This wonderful love on me
This marvelous and powerful God being my friend My father, my savior, and my Lord oh what mystery That me being nothing, He gave everything to me
Andrew T. Lincoln Paradise Now and Not Yet Studies in The Role of The Heavenly Dimension in Pauls Thought With Special Reference To His Eschatology Society For New T