Dear Jesus,
You know I am not good in remembering birthdays
I can't even remember holidays
But I will never forget your birthday
It is my favorite time of the year
Christmas songs cheer me up
Bright red and green makes me happy
A tall Christmas tree is a beautiful sight
Big and small gifts truly warm my heart
I live in a place where snow don't fall
The wind is a little cold and it rains today
But it is okay because your birthday is coming
In a few hours, we will celebrate your special day
Jesus, this year I have been a bad girl
Please forgive me for all the wrongs things I said
Sorry for being impatient
Sorry if I don't understand you
Thank you for being patient with me
Thank you for keeping me safe
Thank you for forgiving me all the time
Thank you for being my best friend
Jesus, since it's your birthday
I am not perfect I will make mistakes again
But this I promise you, I will stay faithful to you
You know that, don't you?
I am not good all the time
But you will always be my God
I will not be ashamed of you
Your name will always be in my heart
Jesus, this day I will be happy
Because It's your birthday, I will enjoy every minute
With my mama and papa and my dogs and cats
We will celebrate the day you came here on earth
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Your tweets are not sweet
You hate the person so much
Making you do so many things
Taking most of your free time
So you shouted at her and cursed her
You are so angry at her
and said some bad words to her
You dislike her and told everybody
You said a lot of nasty things
and posted it on Twitter...
Because you are not brave enough
To tell her you hate her
Because you are scared
she might hate you too
Because you want her to think
You are nice to her
You are a coward and you know it
So you vent everything on Twitter
Thinking you can hide it from her
For her not to have a clue
You acted sweet in front of her
Sending her thank you messages
for the "wonderful" time you shared
and that you will miss her
But you are not only immature
but irresponsible too
Forgetting to protect your tweets
Forgetting the privacy settings
So the person you hated so much
Read everything you said
and now you cannot deny it
You can delete your post
and you can block the person
But she will remember what she read
You tried to damage her image
But it was your image that was tainted
You now earned an embarrassing experience
This is a funny story but I learned something
To know if a person is being sincerely nice to you...
Before you accept her as a friend
Google her name first and read her past tweets
A person can lie in front of you
But her past tweets cannot
A person who is brave enough to rant on Twitter publicly
Should be brave enough to admit what she posted also
Don't hide yourself, it's your page anyway.
Making you do so many things
Taking most of your free time
So you shouted at her and cursed her
You are so angry at her
and said some bad words to her
You dislike her and told everybody
You said a lot of nasty things
and posted it on Twitter...
Because you are not brave enough
To tell her you hate her
Because you are scared
she might hate you too
Because you want her to think
You are nice to her
You are a coward and you know it
So you vent everything on Twitter
Thinking you can hide it from her
For her not to have a clue
You acted sweet in front of her
Sending her thank you messages
for the "wonderful" time you shared
and that you will miss her
But you are not only immature
but irresponsible too
Forgetting to protect your tweets
Forgetting the privacy settings
So the person you hated so much
Read everything you said
and now you cannot deny it
You can delete your post
and you can block the person
But she will remember what she read
You tried to damage her image
But it was your image that was tainted
You now earned an embarrassing experience
This is a funny story but I learned something
To know if a person is being sincerely nice to you...
Before you accept her as a friend
Google her name first and read her past tweets
A person can lie in front of you
But her past tweets cannot
A person who is brave enough to rant on Twitter publicly
Should be brave enough to admit what she posted also
Don't hide yourself, it's your page anyway.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
I met an ungrateful one
I met a lot of liars
I listened to their stories
pretending I believe them
I met several arrogant people
Rude and conceited
I try to understand them
Naughty boys are countless
If they are being funny and harmless
I forgive and laugh with them
Today, I met an ungrateful one
Someone not worth helping, someone not worth my time
With no hesitation I still helped him
I spent my free time helping him
Only to be told that I hate him
And that my intention was to fail him
Such an ungrateful one
If he only knew what I did for him
Maybe he would appreciate my help
I pity this ungrateful boy
His future might not be good
A man with no manners is not a man at all
I know I will see him again
If I don't smile, don't blame me
I just want to hear a thank you from him
When I help I should not expect anything in return
For not everyone is blessed with a good character
If thank you cannot be said, saying sorry is enough
I listened to their stories
pretending I believe them
I met several arrogant people
Rude and conceited
I try to understand them
Naughty boys are countless
If they are being funny and harmless
I forgive and laugh with them
Today, I met an ungrateful one
Someone not worth helping, someone not worth my time
With no hesitation I still helped him
I spent my free time helping him
Only to be told that I hate him
And that my intention was to fail him
Such an ungrateful one
If he only knew what I did for him
Maybe he would appreciate my help
I pity this ungrateful boy
His future might not be good
A man with no manners is not a man at all
I know I will see him again
If I don't smile, don't blame me
I just want to hear a thank you from him
When I help I should not expect anything in return
For not everyone is blessed with a good character
If thank you cannot be said, saying sorry is enough
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