The Cave of Abdullam.

The song of lament is best sang in the valley. A place that shields my sin and hopeless plea. There may be such an accomplished victory there than the peak. A place when I can't see retreat in any place else and where sorrow demands a ray of hope. The place I cannot escape my fears and run away from trials and tribulations, a place where my soul begs for mercy and enlightenment.  A place sadness and the silent whispers of prayer is shouted to the mountain top.

The Fountain Flow

The Blood of Jesus heals me
The Blood of Jesus purifies me
The Blood of Jesus restores me
The Blood of Jesus cleanses me
The Blood of Jesus speaks of me
The Blood of Jesus atone for my sin
The Blood of Jesus covers me.

Resting on God.

Your worst ways is not to have a place of rest.  When you look at all the things that has happened to you in the past and how things in your present life is breaking down and falling apart, it may seem trivial. In a person's life, nobody knows how trial comes about or when trial is going to happen but when you know that you have God in your life, you have the assurance that all things will eventually workout for good.

The Fatalist Song

When hope is dashed, the song of regret plays even louder.  The immiscible tune is what we have now allow into our hearts and minds. For what is the chief end to this if we allow such pollution to invade our hearts?  I remembered as a  young man my persistent desire and hopes of becoming a doctor being dashed by a cynic who claimed that my hands were too big to perform surgery. When a storm is predicted, you carry on umbrella. Unfortunately,  my umbrella was not big enough for the expected storm. I haven't taught much about being a doctor ever since. Only the journey of the unknown and venturing into foreign territories that denied me every access of progression. I realize that regret is a disease that does not need to be entertained but to be learned and then be put off. For the pessimists will relive each moment of it and drag everyone else into that dance. 

The Rabbit's Journey

The rabbit comes to the peak and turns,
There is a peak she couldn't climb,
gnashing her teeth and petrified, heads  back to the pathway: a pathway she barely survived.
As the predator waits for her, fear serenades the atmosphere.The rabbit is tangled in the web. no chance of escape. 
A sudden mighty wind from the south blows, shrubs are everywhere,  the rabbit has found a new path.
From the horizon a green pasture emerges.
The rabbit reasserts herself to take the mantle. The journey continues.

Why the house collapsed

When you remove the old landmark, the house collapsed.  To be clear on how things were in such a disarray, it needed not to mention the future in terms of the youth as the main cause.  Since the youth only see the pattern that was set by the generation before them. Not excusing the atrocious traits that is embedded on the mind on some youthful pups: the formation however was removed by the older generations.  The deck of cards falls when the bottom cards has been removed.  The small things that were taken for granted have broken us down as a nation. 

Sacrifice of no value.

Later I have known that many things that is valuable comes with a price. When you look at some of things people do and how they live their lives, it always revolves around something that is so valuable to them.  When a man works for his family,  the man may not necessarily do it with love and enthusiasm but for the value of his family. This is what we call sacrifice. Sacrifices are always the hardest thing. It is hard because it comes with a cost for something much greater.  Every great man has lost something in order to reach his destination.  But is no use trying to gain invaluable things by losing something valuable.
It is good for a man to work but is not good for the man to loose his family in the process by being a workaholic.
It is good to be a politician but is not good to be a crooked one who is hated by those he was elected to serve.  The service is the value and not the position.
In today's world, we have switched priorities. Everybody has their own agenda. We see that in institution like marriages, education and even in government.

Man Under the Sun

Under the sun, is life apart from God.

Under the sun, man has lived in isolation.
Under the sun, man has died in isolation,
Under the sun, man has lived in regret.
Under the sun, man has died in regret.
Under the sun, man has lived in anguish,
Under the sun, man has died in anguish,
Under the sun, man has lived in bitterness
Under the sun, man has died in bitterness
Under the sun, man will eat and never be satisfied.
Under the sun, man will drink and never be filled.
Under the sun, man has no origin.
Under the sun, man has no future.
Under the sun, man has no peace.
Under the sun,  man will live a life with no meaning.
Under the sun, man will die without living his full potential.
Under the sun, man has no hope for eternity. But there is hope...

A hope that lies only in the person of Jesus Christ.

The Risen Lord who died for the sins of mankind.

The  Restoration man to God.

The Way of the Serpent.

The adder is not far from the left, nor far from the right. The adder always slids in the middle, flirts with the charmer. The charmer has laid the mattress at the front of the adder's pit. As the dance begins,  suddenly it stops.  The adder's poison has worked on the deaf charmer. The charmer falls into the adder's pit,  for the adder has rejected the voice of the charmer.

Fatalism: The Song of the Pessimist.

When we don't accept the optimistic viewpoint around us, there is a danger that can take us down to the narrow path... a path of a cynic that breeds pessimism to what is expected in life.  A life that is meaningless: hope snuffed out with everything else that births the expectations of joy and hope. All aspiration is then narrowed into a selfish viewpoint. An egotistical viewpoint that causes disappointments, heartache,  frustration and finally setbacks.  Back down to the narrowest pit where the songs of regret is played.