Showing posts with label Archived Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Archived Poem. Show all posts

Friday, January 22, 2021

KALAKIP NG DALANGIN


Kung mundo'y dinaragsa
Ng bagyo, ng sakit, ng luha
Makangingiti ka pa ba?
Di naman halata nakatago diba?

Chorus1
Pa'no manalangin?
Kung ang dilim kapiling
Mananalig? Tuyo na ang damdamin?
Yayakapin, dama’ng hapdi at lamig...
Paano nga ba lalapit?
Pa'no madadama ang init?

Verse 2
Kahapon Ikaw ay nangako
Na ngayon, ako'y sasamahan Mo
Maging ang bukas ay hawak
Di ako iiwan, ni pababayaan man

Chorus 2
Kalakip ng dalangin
Dilim ay mapapawi
Nananalig, panatag ang damdamin
Yayakapin, sa bisig Mo walang hapdi't lamig
At Ikaw ay lumapit
Dama ang initng pag-ibig

Bridge:
Ngumiti ka pa rin
Umawit ng buong damdamin
Unos at bagyo, sakit at lungkot
Kanyang papawiin, papagaanin

Coda:
Kalakip ng dalangin
Ako'y nananalig




Monday, December 7, 2020

HANDOG




HANDOG
Words and Accompaniment: Julie Abinsay
Music: Klaris Abinsay
First performed at Mt. Peniel Tarlac,
Te Doi Gloria Music Fest, Youth Camp, ECC December 2019

I
Maraming beses na akong nabigo
Maraming beses na akong sumuko
Pero kailanman 'di Ka lumayo
Kamay Mo'y iniaabot

II
Doon sa kalyeng walang dumaraan
Ako ay Iyong sinasamahan
Kadilimam man ang kasalubong
Liwanag Mo'y patuloy na handog

Chorus:
Kaya't ako'y titingala
Pasasalamatan ang Iyong mga gawa
Handog ko sa'Yo ang buhay ko
Ako'y bumabangon para lamang sa'Yo

Bridge:

Kaya't salamat, binigay Mo ang lahat
Aking papuri ay hindi man sapat


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Saturday, March 21, 2020

Been (1996 Baby POV in 2020)

In twenty-fifteen, she was just nineteen,

Today half a decade has passed,

Surprised by the fact that time ran in a flash,

She's got so much more to surpass.


Her mind's running, her heart's beating,

Her hands' scribbling, but feet's waiting,

Of where, where could she go?

Where will the wind bring her to?


Yeah, a score and a four, that's the years she has lived,

But what does it mean, really wants to discern?

Wanna travel to the year next from now,

She could wear that black attire, cry, bring pride to her tribe.


Well, what more could she do but rest assured,

That no matter what living here on earth will bestow,

Another reason to smile, another reason to cry,

And far more reasons to stay on her Savior's securing arms.


Twenty-twenty, they say all things will be clear and bright,

As sure as matters arise, they will still all boil down,

Another year to create more memories till days fade,

And what remains till the end - the One that never fails.