footprints in the sand

One night I dreamed,I was walking along the beach with Jesus.With a blink of an eye,The sky shows the events in my life above the sand.There I saw two sets of footprints on the sand.But I was surprised,On one steep little street I saw only one set of footprints.I remember, when it is time the weakness and sadness in my life.I said to JesusAbout it: "Lord, You brkata bhwa when I needed you, You must there for me, You always accompanies every time! But when I got a very serious problem, I hsnya walk alone, I henya see one set of footprints there. I do not understand why did you leave me when I really needed you? "LORD replied: "My child, I never mninggalkanmu, even when you saw only one set of footprints there. That's because I'm holding you.'s Footprint is ongoing I picked you."

aku rindu yesus

Malam ini, aku duduk di pelataran. Menantikan s'seorang yg dinamakan Tuhan...
Teringat ceritaku yg mendesak jiwa.. Ringkihnya diri ini tak kuat tuk menolak segala pribadi. S'sekali ku bercanda tawa dgn-Nya. Kami berdua msh sibuk dgn pkiran masing-masing, yg mmbuat kita brgumul dengan angan-angan yg pasti! Kita mempunyai sejuta rahasia yg dirasa tak ada org lain yg tau.. Kadang ku bercerita anganku kepada-Nya. Kadang juga, Dia menceritkan angan-Nya kpadaku..,di waktu Dia memberiku sebuah teka-teki yg harus ku pecahkan,
Aku... Sang Durjana yg tak luput dari noda hitam di diri yg rintih ini,, menembus rasa perih yg tak terkira. Aku sungguh salut dgn angan-Nya,, kita saling menjaga rahasia ini.. SeseKali aku dibuatnya bingung dgn segala teka-teki spektakuler itu.

Ah,, sungguh dahsyatnya Dia!
Setiap malam, di saat yg kudengar hanya sbuah teriakan orang-orang yg mengandung bulir-bulir penderitaan, aku dan Dia masih duduk di pelataran fana ini.
Tak terasa sangat lama kita di situ, akhirnya kami sepakat tuk pergi dan hendak kembali lagi ke sini esok harinya.,
Ya!
kembali kesini !


Malam yg di tunggu tiba,, rasa bahagia dgn senyum yg terulas di bibir ini, ku semangat tuk ketemu dgn-Nya!
Saat-saat itu, aku sungguh mengaguminya..
Dia yang meberiku sebuah kata "Semangat" , tak henti-hentinya menaruh kata itu di jiwa ini.



Sekarang, dalam senja yg memilukan, diriku merindukan-Nya, sangat merindukan-Nya.
Ku coba teriakan Nama-Nya yg indah itu.
Tapi..
Sseorang yg dinamakan Tuhan itu tak jua datang..

Aku mencari-Nya kesana kemari, tp tak juga diri ini menemukan-Nya.

Sang Durjana.!

Dalam benakku, terlintas pemikiran yg tiada arti : "Mungkin Dia sedang sibuk. Besok kan ku tunggu Dia sini lagi."

Tanpa brpikir panjang pun, ku langkahkan kaki ini meninggalkan tempat favorit kita berdua..

Dua hari kemudian, ku telusuri tempat yg sama, tapi apa??
Seseorang yg dinamakan Tuhan itu, masih tak jua datang...

Mungkinkah Dia memalingkan wajah-Nya dariku?

Kini, tinggal lah diriku di sini

sendiri!!

Tak bosan-bosannya aku menunggu kedatangan-Nya di sini,

Sepi, sunyi, gelap, tak ada seseorangpun, hanyalah rasa pedih, perih, sakit, yg mememani aku di pelataran fana ini!

Ya, di balik cermin kengeriaan, di tebing curam, terlihat seseorang yg tlah lapuk,
Ya, di sinilah aku!
aku Sang Durjana!!

I miss jesus

Tonight, I sat in the courtyard. Stay tuned s'seorang-called Lord ... Urged people who remembered my story .. This was not a strong self Ringkihnya tuk rejects all personal. S'sekali me laugh with his jokes. We're both busy with pkiran Msh each, who we mmbuat brgumul with certain applicable delusion! We have a million secrets who felt there was no other org who knows .. Sometimes it tells me My idea of Him. Sometimes, too, he dreams of his menceritkan kpadaku .., at the time He gave me a riddle who am I to solve, I ... The Vile who did not escape from a black stain on the self who was moaning,, who through untold pains. I really salute with his fantasies, we mutually keep this a secret .. Occasionally I made confused with all that spectacular puzzles.
Ah, really cruel to him! Every night, at the time who heard only the shouts of the people sbuah containing grains of suffering, me and him still sitting in the courtyard of this mortal. Not so long we felt there, we finally agreed tuks go and about to return here again the next day., Yes! back here!

Antecedent night waiting for arrived, feeling happy with who smile on the lips terulas this, my spirit met with his tuk! Those moments, I really admire him .. He is meberiku a word "spirit", unceasingly to put the word in this spirit.


Now, in the twilight pitiful, I miss him, miss him. I tried to shout his name who's beautiful. But .. Sseorang-called God is not even coming ..
I find him to and fro, not too self-tp find Him.
The Vile.!
In my mind, the thought occurred to endless meanings: "Maybe he's busy. Tomorrow I shall wait for him right here again."
Without any long brpikir, this left foot step forward my favorite places both of us ..
Two days later, I browse the same place, but what? Someone who is called God is, still not even come ...
Would He turn His face from me?
Now, living here is me
own!
I do not get enough of waiting for his arrival here,
Quiet, quiet, dark, no anyone, just a pain, sore, sick, who I am in the parking mememani this mortal!
Yes, behind the mirror kengeriaan, at the precipice, looked lack-tlah decayed, Yes, here I am! I Sang Vile!

LIVING PERFECTION

Life is not for fun. Life is not for a moment of satisfaction. Life is not a desire to fulfill themselves. But life is for God, where we find eternal life. Where can we gain eternal happiness and a love of God that was so abundant. It's hard to find a lasting happiness, and difficult to grasp in our hands. But, if we are trying earnestly to seek it, then we will easily be able to get even hold her in our arms. Winda C'mon ... conscious and open your eyes, take heart .. do not be too sad, because sadness and fear it will make you more pain and suffering. Believe me you will get an even better friend. Believe me you will get the love of God if you believe in Him. God, in the heart of this crisis, I was just leaning in Hand kuasaMu. I know I've done wrong, but God, would not you throw me from before You. Dekaplah me always Lord. Navigate me to in order to become a good son. Moreover I could humble, good for all people, care for others. And desperation knows no words! Teingat me on that dreadful night, a child sat on the veranda, with a look that is very very empty, no one could read what was implied in his heart. Truly a pointless view. But his heart moans could make no power to shut my ears. With trembling hands, I step forward to her legs. And asked why he was there. But the child did not turn away from me. He kept his eyes straight ahead. I became more and wondered why the boy did not look at me? Is he deaf? No! He is not deaf, the proof He could hear birds twittering in the ghosts that night. Is he dumb? So could not answer my question? No! He's not dumb, she hummed a little proof in the evening. Then why did he not answer me? I'm still just stared at him with a serious and critical. Had he done what a night the night? I would not give up so easily. I try to ask him once again. Still the same question, why was he there? One sec .. two seconds .. three seconds ... Finally the boy turned towards me .. with red eyes, full of puzzles. Bruises, wet, and describe the suffering he's lived this long. I am a compassionate still staring at him. Shortly thereafter he was silent: "I'm waiting for someone!" He said with a sob. Hey! Waiting for us which at this hour? I thought to myself. The boy looked at again in the future and melanjutukan reverie. But, I am afraid to question him again. My urungkan my intention to ask. I guess because the child did not want the bother. But when I was leaving, he said again: "I'm waiting for someone who is called God!". Like do not believe what I heard, also impossible if I could not hear him so clearly, the time when the atmosphere was so quiet, so my voice clearly heard. With all the question marks swirling in my head, I'm still quiet and silent. Even the tuk bernafaspun need extra energy. This kid really strange ....! I thought to myself .. without memerdulikan him again, I leave him and go into kerumahku. He was still sitting there. The next day, the same night and hour, I saw him again. Yes, he was there. He just sat there like yesterday. I do not think, he is so enthusiastic to meet the Lord. What would that make him so anxious to meet with God? With the steps that slowly but surely, I approached the child. But this time I did not see the sadness on her face. This time I see the joy on his face. Yes .. he looks happy tonight! This is weird! And I ask, why God awaits thee?. My voice is hoarse breaking her reverie. He did not look this time, but he answered the question: "because I missed with Him!". He replied softly. "But, if you're sure the Lord will come?" I asked him again. "Yes .. He is now already present! "She replied again, without her face turned to me. What? I do not see God is here, I do not see one here. That there are only two of us. Yes ... only the two of us! Somehow I do not feel afraid of him, but I actually sympathize with him. So with all my heart I say to the boy: "Okay. I will not bother you and Him. I will go into the house and let you off rindumu with him. "The boy did not answer, or respond to my words. He just stared ahead, * with a blank stare. I also left him with heavy breathing. The next night, I did not leave the house, because I'm sick. In my pain, I could just lay in my bed. I do not remember anymore with the child. My mind was absorbed in my own world. But, for whatever that suddenly made me think with him, I swiftly move from my bed and went outside the house. For some reason I want to meet with the child. Is he still sitting there? I ran and finally got here. But there was no one there. Silence ... I'm confused, why the child was not there? I looked it up and down. But the kid was not there. Has he gone home? Or is yet to come? Ah can not be ... kok boy is always there at this hour. Strange indeed, that child can not I find him there. Yes, I walked back to my house. And enter into my room .. But, I gasped in shock. For in my bed there was a letter. Letters pink, with a neat writing. I quickly read the letter. Now I'm no longer waiting on the porch of the house of God. I was beside her now. and melancholy is teobati. Now I am happy with him. Sincerely, Children in baranda home.
Bewildered I folded the letter back. And pervasive, what is the meaning of the letter. But I can not find the answer. I keep it all from others .. Even now I'm still confused with the letter, and the boy. What he really wanted to tell me? By keeping the questions in my head. I too went to bed. But, when I was sound asleep, I feel myself flying. I'm flying so high. I feel my body lighter. And I felt a soft landing in place. I drove through a place that is soft and beautiful. And suddenly, I saw the child again. Well, boy! The boy was sitting on a wooden chair, with a beautiful wicker. But this time, he no longer looked at in a vacuum. His eyes were no longer sebam, and no longer wet like usual. Even now I see, there was a smile that graced her niche. Even laughing lips. And this time, he was sitting alone, he was accompanied by a person. However, whomever that person? In the chaos in my heart, I heard the boy, called him with the title Lord! I snapped surprised ... maybe I'm in heaven now? and watch the child to heaven and sat beside the Lord ??..... with an assortment of thoughts .. I suddenly woke up from bed. I opened my eyes and adjust my breath. I realize my body is now in my bed BDI. With a smile, I understand with all these puzzles. Beginning of the child waiting alone in the dark porch, and missed the god in every life, whether in misery, and in like ambitions. He always longed for God, and wanted to see him. Not forgotten by God dikala he was glad. In her life alone, he believed the presence of God in his life. Until finally until he entered the house of the Lord ... I smiled at the boy's appearance ... the boy was found living perfection in life. And now, he gets the eternal happiness and eternal life. His whole life he sembahkan to God and entrust themselves to the power of God's love. Always be grateful with what God gave. Even the suffering he experienced in this mortal world. Well .. the child continues to believe in God, despite all the flaws in circumstances. He did not meinggalkan God in times of trials tackled. Now, I want to be like the boy. Grateful for what he had in my life. I believe God will give me a love, if I wait and wait iklas would sincerely hope that the Lord gave this to me. Despite the doubts I always mensanksikan love and the love of God. Well I have to thank God, and believe me He's close. Although etched deep wound in my heart. Here I was humming a little to him who always longed for in my life ..
Evening star told him, I want to paint sinarmu in his heart. Morning dew tell him, let me embrace tightly bound when cold. Convey to him the evening star, I want to paint sinarmu in his heart, Dew in the morning to tell her, let me cool time bound tightly folded arms. Do thou, O heavens, and I want to see her face. I'll put the most beautiful ornaments space just for himself. I created this nostalgic song, just for fairy ahtiku beloved Although only a simple tone, let me express all the feeling and longing.