viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2015
jueves, 19 de noviembre de 2015
the sentence
Not like you, you do
And you do not know as I do
But the only thing I can say if you
We pray to our Savior,
My Lord Jesus.
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The little word is so small;
But so powerful blessing
It is so small and powerful
But it purifies our hearts.
.......
Prayer is the real conversation,
So beautiful that fills my heart,
It is a special moment,
Being close to the Protector
sábado, 14 de noviembre de 2015
Your words!
Hearing your words I can walk a mile
your hands to catch me I can not deny me to believe
that I can continue.
.
Only your words hold me
just to feel your presence my fears go
and that's when I think I can not anymore ...
You come to me and looking how to get my attention
in the midst of my grief,
amid the bustle that will not let me
find your words and hold on to your truth.
.
And you come again to my face caressing
come with your sweet words,
my heart you want to go
and I can not deny
It is too much for not wanting to enjoy
your words
the truth is that I want to walk
.
I decide to belong completely
I decide without limiting fetch
decided to please every moment
I decide to rest looking for you
I choose to believe in your grace!
I find my identity there!
.
I love you for your essence
I love you because I love you
just what I can not explain
I only know that
your words
the truth is that I want to walk
.
I love you my god!
viernes, 13 de noviembre de 2015
I want to open my heart
I want to open my heart
To see the gates of heaven
And give my heart to you
My Sir.
..
I need you every day
Bend my Rhodian and surrender my life
My soul will live for you and acclaim
My savior.
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In my prayer Father will acclaim
He wished he had a heart like David
Pure, clean and honest in front
Your presence and receive your anointing
My soul praises,
My soul loves you, Holy Spirit.
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Lord, I want to love you every moment
Just as you loved me
And bloom each day. As white flower
As each dense and soft petal
As a token of my love.
HEAVEN
And I'm amazed at your window hint
How wonderful beautiful creation!
Your sky studded with stars
More test you? These in them!
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Your creation sings __ "That chorus".
If the cosmos vibrates, your way,
Beautiful is your song, who would listen
I dump all in You!,! I marvel
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In the silence that precedes the dawn
The sky gives me the work of your hands
I feel like a point in your greatness
That is man here? We are nowhere?
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Yet your love is great, great!
It teaches me that created us to love,
To love and so are your children
We inherited your Son, the Only Begotten
And we are little more than your angels ...
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Grateful to you, amazed callus ..
Your presence, my essence, my bower
You got me here, chosen, secluded named
I devoted to your love ...! Without you I am nothing!
..
jueves, 12 de noviembre de 2015
I AM
I am RIVER AND SPRING.
AM LILY OF THE VALLEY.
I'm SOURCE OF ETERNAL LOVE.
I AM THE MORNING STAR.
I am the sun of justice.
I am the effulgent light.
I am WATER COOLING.
I am bedrock.
I am the true vine.
AM NEW LIFE.
I am FLESH AND BLOOD AM.
AM planting and harvesting.
I am the bread that nourishes.
I am truth that liberates.
AM THE BRIDGE TO PARADISE.
I am WISDOM FOR THE SOUL.
I am joyous to the soul.
I am SON AND I AM FRIEND.
I am shepherd my flock.
AM BELOVED FATHER.
AM THE PRINCE OF PEACE.
I am who calls to your heart.
I AM THE DOOR OF SALVATION.
I am MASTER AND I AM LORD.
AM THE KING OF KINGS.
I AM THE WINNER!
Your eternal prairie
I'll dream with you in the meadow of eternity, where abundant dew, where peace abounds,
when the promise comes true, when the smiles of children will be shared, and since neither
the pain will accommodate ...
And will you take me to that source, from where I can drink the water of life, and Lord, for that day,
I do not want them sleeping halls, but dreaming of you, to open the eyes of my
heart, see that he was no longer a dream, but the clear dawn of my eternity, where your sweet
arms waiting for me,
and you take me as a child of your hand, Oh my sweet Jesus,
my beautiful house, which between my tears built here on earth ...
peace man
Serene, tranquil not increpes not shout,
think, deepens and not get worked, tempered
everything under control.
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Quiet, quiet, do not talk and ponders what
you're going to say, choose words, think
quiet, meditate and reflect.
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Still, calm anxiety, breathe, sit, quiet,
He has passed, and thought has passed. Rinsing is
conflict with God's help, quiet.
miércoles, 11 de noviembre de 2015
PATIENCE
In the break of their times, when anxiety betrays and tares
grows more wheat,
when faith becomes stagnant in bitterness, and scissors threaten
dreams:
Where in the patient lives?
We will have to close your eyes, to see the sky, and moisten with jade morning.
"So when his trust in God is
tested, you will learn to
forces endure more difficulties "
James 1: 3.
HOPE
Dance in the hearts and nests dark green dreams.
For her the past is tinsel and twinkling future optimism.
At home they do not include watches.
Collect pearls of wisdom to invoke their Creator covering landscapes
primary color.
Break forth into exclamations and advances.
It's lark and wedding dresses because you want to take your hand.
Generous heart ...
When you eat,
God gives bread;
And to the sower,
seed to sow ...
... Not to eat.
The land where crops,
your God will provide,
your God will grow;
multiply the ...
... To increase your fruit.
And you have generous hearts,
have or not.
And thou shalt give no sadness or pain,
have or not.
Your smile will leave after giving,
have or not.
Your seed is not necessarily ...
Hunting foxes
It is true that today I got up,
I am thinking about what I did and did not do yesterday.
It is also true that I detected,
without seeing some little foxes.
They are small, clever and fast,
They reach most heinous cause damage.
And now I see them cringe
and actually I understand what I deserve.
It is true that sleep is one of them,
which has come to me without support,
or a crazy adventure that is true,
I can hit the stars.
And I have discovered,
how bad things always come to smell,
without leaving that dead fly,
small recklessness does stink.
I also got to realize,
of this yeast as harmful,
a sin that seems to hurt,
but it corrupt the whole mass.
And there, after getting up and thinking,
detect, view and analyze;
Clearly and forcefully concluded:
It's time for a strong hunting!
It is time to clean the mass,
It's time to hunt foxes,
It's time to sweep the house,
It is time to draw flies.
It's time to be productive,
It is time to aim,
I will not be lenient,
and I have to hunt foxes.
"Psalm 139. 14-16
"I will praise thee; I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works I marvel, And my soul knows very well. It was not hidden from you my body, well that I was made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. My embryo saw your eyes, in your book were written all the days that were formed, yet there was none of them.
my princess
I am your shield, sometimes you wonder where I am when around you a bitter war breaks out and you're in the middle.
You feel abandoned in the middle of the battlefield.
Do not fear and do not lose faith.
I am here and I am always the one who is victorious.
Will protect you, but you have to trust me,
sometimes will lead you to a shelter to find security and can yourself together.
Other times I will ask you to join me in the most furious fighting front.
The truth is that I could kill any giant to threaten your life, but as happened with David the shepherd boy, come on up to you, take the stones, and face your giants.
I love to show my minimum forces.
I am truly your refuge and that will pound;
will protect you in any place you are.
with love,
your King and protector.
martes, 10 de noviembre de 2015
IT FOR WOLF
In the dark of night
the reflection of your eyes seems to hypnotize,
that's when my soul ceases to belong
and inert because of you lies unwilling,
adueñas you my thoughts
you take over my dreams
you adueñas of my whole being
I feel I go through my senses
plundering of my blood
and through my veins to the heart
This is where you surf and where you install
without asking permission, without words
just know that like a ship adrift
I feel you die and be reborn
When you sleep I sleep
When you wake, I wake
When I feel sorry
Your eyes your lips your mouth, your tongue
They make me prey to an uncontrollable passion
a passion sweet mixture of madness and fury
and like two wolves in heat we love die
I am wolf mine, I'm sorry! ...
I love you with the immensity of the universe
I miss the strangeness of pain
and I hope and expect the moon to the sun
I love you so, so I want you, and so you belong
I love you I love you !, wolf mine! ...
But I need you by my ...
Please be my sweet love
Yours today and always ...
ALLEGORY
It is the flower of life that draws on experience
and love giving their fragrances.
It is the flower of the expected harvests the crop opening new worlds.
Flowers hubbub deafening silent for a moment and penalties.
Flowers of loneliness, nostalgia and disappointment is the wall demolished.
Flowers of reality and dreams appear to draw and paint.
Flowers called to reconcile forgiveness.
Withered flowers that soften and cleanse the heart.
Flowers deity of love, where the iris reveals the soul.
THE VINEYARD
I sing to my beloved a song for him, for his vineyard
And also compared to life ...
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My beloved had a vineyard on fertile place
With great care I prepare the ground
Quito clogs, made delicious plants
Hoping to harvest the best fruit ...
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He put a tower guard was
Making sure that nothing bad will happen.
He puts a winepress to make the best wine
And the grapes show their kindness
Because there would be nothing futile in the way ...
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More bad news put my beloved sad
The fruit that payment never came
Instead of the expected grapes
Lavished wild grape vines
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My beloved angry with his vineyard
Quito the fence that protected
Aportillo its close, to be trampled
Well I hope in desire, I would not come.
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Was deserted, without pruned, nor dig
And they fell thistles, thorns ...
The clouds in the sky never posarían
... Desert ... desert ... barren fruitless to remember.
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Look, I hold dear the lord of the vineyard.
As the plant loving care
Give the patient waiting fruits
Grapes, delicious fruits ..
No longer reap wild grapes
Because your name is written in the Book of Life ...
..
lunes, 9 de noviembre de 2015
MY TOY POODLE GINA
how many times my tears
They were strewn about your hair
and as your sad eyes
They understand suffering.
I've noticed when I saw you
when you look at me
you hold me with your eyes
and not turn away for nothing.
my faithful companion, best gift
I thank God for listening
and for having made an original breast
you're the leader of the pack and the Queen of the house.
GINA RAFAELA I LOVE YOU !!
Divine Search
God searches the lost
a simple heart
it becomes arrrepentido
for salvation.
Christ offers comfort,
forgiveness, health, joy and peace,
and an abode in heaven
for all eternity.
God seeks among the saved,
a young decisively,
that which brave soldier
defend their flag.
Do not be tired in the fight.
You know persevere
and that is always listening
which has to do to succeed.
Who answers the call?
Who will respond to God
seizing the moment?
After that time there will be.
One day, after all the costs << >>
hurt us before the Lord,
not giving faithful response
>> << Search your love.
TRUE LOVE
Lord, how good it is to love!
Oh, how good to be true!
What good it is at all times
praise be!
I will praise, worship
in spirit and truth
and so to share
your love with humanity.
You need delivered
unreservedly, my Lord
to know
that true love.
You showed us that that
in that rugged cross
manifest to the world
your beloved Son, Jesus.
Perfect me, my God;
perfect me in your love
to keep always pure
and holy my heart.
That love is patient,
instead of receiving, he gives;
It does not rejoice in unrighteousness,
but rejoices in the truth.
One who does not envy,
He knows no vanity,
always trusts and supports,
it is and always will be.
It is the excellent way,
Law is also real,
It is greater than the hope
and faith: Charity.
That is love, God,
I want to express
this world is lost
because not love.
Loving your people;
the unit is established;
so then we can
the world testify
that the King of kings reigns today
siempe and will reign.
sábado, 7 de noviembre de 2015
The envy
Where there who envy you, clap your hands:
Envy is a thermometer that takes
Note faithful grades rising
your soul above other souls.
Envy does not come down from the cloud:
It comes from below and invalidity indicates.
The sludge never rises
but when splashes!
If your character or your envy science,
They feel inferior insurance
that make you mercy of their grievances:
Envy is impotence!
Trust your cause to God, continues proudly
and remember your way as you climb:
The fog stinking swamp
God made chiffon clouds!
viernes, 6 de noviembre de 2015
The Lost Sheep
Which
lost sheep
Fleeing
their Pastor,
So I
walked away
The
way of the Lord.
But
my good Salvador
I
looked up and saw me lost
And
it was full of love
To
save me and give me life.
With
much love I sought
My
loving Pastor,
His
blood shed
By
rid of pain.
Instead
of giving me punishment
My
guilt merited,
Kind
and compassionate
On
his shoulders he took me.
Now
that you've saved me
And
it has made me into his fold,
I am
so happy at his side
I
love you a thousand times.
Until
the eternal glory
You
can always look
And
sing the sweet story
From
which I came to save.
Friend
that you are not saved:
Jesus
longs for you today;
Come
quickly, come to him,
That
you will be happy with him.
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