Unconditional

As to how a three year old would walk wanting no help

As to how a father would follow his daughter hard to give her a hand

As to how the little girl would insist that she knows how to do things well

As to how the little girl would cry at the end of it all

When all seems to just have gone against her

As to how she fell hard

As to how she hurt herself

And as to how the father would still run so hard just to catch her fall

But as to how the little girl’s hard headedness is,

The father has no choice but to sometimes let her feel the pain of falling

So in her walks she would always consider the advice of her father

As to how she would seek the heart of her father

That her father would give her wisdom as to how he sees it up and bright

As to how the father loves her daughter

Just despite every ache she has caused her father.

He is My Victor

In my failures, He is my Victor.

In my clamor, He is my peace.

In my problems, He is the Solution.

In the darkness, He remains the Light.

In my confusion, He is the Clarity.

In my rejections, He has His arms open wide

In my hurts, He remains the Aid

In my sadness, He remains the reason of joy and life

In my disappointments, He is the never-changing God

                yesterday, today and forever.

In my loneliness, He remains and forever shall be the Love

                that never ceases. The Love that lifts me off my feet.

The Love I can never even fathom.

Whenever my heart breaks, He reminds me of His love. His never ceasing love.

The love that covered my sin. The love that caused Jesus to die for my own sins.

Whenver there seems to be no way, He remains the Way.

In all the lies, He remains the Truth.

Whenever my wings would open wide, He is the Wind, causing my flight.

In my brokeness, He never just patches my heart but makes it all new

                and replaces it with a Heart like His.

In my weaknesses, He is the Strong Foundation.

In my tiring nights, He remains my rest.

In my storm, He is the Calmer.

In my life, He is my Everything.

In my shattered soul, He remains the Glass Maker

And in my Heart, there He dwells.

In my life, He remains the purpose.

And in my heart, there He is exalted.

and forever shall be the Life.

I Just Love My Dad

"Pa, pakarga. " This was my most used line when I used to be a kid and this was the hint where my dad would be carrying me already. This means my strength has reached its limit, that I am already in the verge of crying and this is the line that symbolizes I just can't do it anymore. He had to intervene.


Nowadays, almost more than a century has passed, I cannot use this line anymore. Saying it off would seem a huge joke. Obviously, my dad cannot do this anymore, but I am so grateful on how he does things for me in the simplest ways I know. He cares, I know. And I love him deeply not just because of that but also because of his unceasing love for us as a father.


I am writing this just because.. I really appreciate him. Though words would not always show. He would always bring home something from work or whenever he would just go out. He would be more excited to do things and have a bond with us. I love him not because he permits me to do somethings that my mother does not, but because of one reason: I have a father more worth than any other words that I can even describe. Sure, he has his shortcomings but that does not limit the father he has been to us.


More that words, I am happy. If I am even to be asked if I would live life for the second and the third time, I will still choose him as my father over and over. 


Though we may have misunderstandings and quarrels, I still love him the same.