Showing posts with label Puisi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Puisi. Show all posts

Monday, July 30, 2007

You Are Free!

(A beautiful poem I received from CJ in 2004)

Hear Me, My child,
Listen to what I say
You are free from the past,
Walk in your new way

For My child, I love you,
And I have pulled you through
I'm your Heavenly Father,
Great is My love for you

Place your heart in My hands,
Seek the things that will last
I give you a new beginning,
Bury the past


Hidupku adalah kisah tentang pembebasan. Hidupku adalah kisah tentang pencelikkan. Hidupku adalah kisah tentang Kristus Tuhan yang membebaskan... Tapi ini bukan kisahku seorang. Ini kisah kita semua. Ya, kisahmu juga! Kisah seorang tawanan yang dibebaskan, kisah seorang buta yang dicelikkan. Kisah jalan kebinasaan yang ditempuh Tuhan untuk satu pembebasan.

Kita masuk dunia ini dengan dosa yang sudah membelenggu. Tak ada lain yang kita cintai selain diri kita sendiri. Kita bangun berhala-berhala hidup ini. Sebut saja namanya. Cita-cita, kesenangan-kesenangan, benda-benda materi, orang-orang yang (kita pikir) kita kasihi bahkan karunia-karunia pelayanan di hadapanNya. Sebut saja.

Tapi Tuhan dalam belas kasihanNya padamu dan aku menghancurkan semua berhala-berhala itu. Bohong besar kalau kau bilang tak sakit rasanya! Duniamu pasti terasa runtuh bukan? Saat Ia mengambil segala yang begitu kau kasihi dan kau jadikan berhalamu, luar biasa pilunya hatimu mendengar dentingan tajam saat kepingan-kepingannya menghantam bumi.

Tapi kawan, sesungguhnya tidak ada satupun yang diambilnya darimu selain daripada hal-hal yang telah meracuni jiwa dan pikiranmu begitu lama. Dan tahukah kamu bahwa sebelum semua itu terjadi padamu Kristus sudah lebih dulu menangisi gelapnya hidupmu? Sebelum kau sadar semua itu, Kristus telah menjalani Via Dolorosa untukmu? Tak ada tangismu yang tidak dimengertinya. Tak ada sakitmu yang melebihi deritaNya buatmu. Dengan salibNya Ia hancurkan masa lalumu yang kelam. Ia berikan hari-hari yang baru untuk kau jalani. Ia tidak menciptakanmu untuk sekadar dibelenggu kelamnya masa lalumu. Ia menebusmu agar kau bisa menikmati keindahan rencanaNya yang telah Dia susun untukmu dari semula. Jadilah seperti yang dimaksudkannya untukmu dari semula. To be a display of His glory!


My child, look to me,
For I've ordained it to be
For you to go into the world,
To show the beauty that is in thee

Rise up and be strong,
You need not to fear
For I'm your Heavenly Father,
I'm always near...

Tuhan kini kujalani hari-hariku satu demi satu dengan diikuti pandangan mataMu yang tak pernah lepas. Dengan terang kebenaranMu yang terus menyinari jalanku. Dengan genggaman erat tanganMu saat melalui jalan-jalan berbatu tajam. Selalu Kau katakan, "Berhentilah melihat ke belakang. Lihat, sesungguhnya Aku telah menciptakan hari-hari yang baru untukmu. Tidak akan mudah tentu perjalananMu, tapi ingatlah ini selalu, Aku selalu menyertaiMu. Karena engkau telah Kuciptakan bagi kemuliaanKu. Engkau telah Kupilih menjadi pameran kasihKu kepada dunia yang terhilang ini. Percayalah kepadaKu selalu. Aku sungguh-sungguh menyayangimu..."

Kawan, tulikanlah telingamu kini akan dusta setan dan tuduhan hatimu yang terdalam sekalipun. Rise up my dear fellows, RISE UP! Dengarkanlah kebenaranNya, "YOU ARE FREE!"


Isaiah 43:18-19 NASB
“Do not call to mind the former things, or ponder things of the past. Behold, I will do something new, not it will spring forth; will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, rivers in the desert."


Note: Ini bukan puisi buatanku, tapi aku yakin Kristuslah yang menuliskannya untukku!



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Tuesday, June 19, 2007

From A Daughter

Life Lessons

You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.

Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we'd grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.

Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be
The woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.

I've grown up with your values,
And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid.

By Joanna Fuchs

"To a Dad whom I can never love enough. I love you, Dad, truly do despite the often rough journeys both of us travel together..."



God loves you, Papa, He really does, I'll see you in Heaven when I get there!

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Saturday, June 16, 2007

A Wedding Poem

A beautiful poem of John Piper for a dear sister in Christ who is about to give her hand in marriage to a man whom she loves dearly. May the two of them get to know a lot more of God's love through their marriage life. May they be the channel of God's love to one another. May they be strengthened in their marriage not only through the joyous moments, but moreover when the grieves strike. May their marriage be the wonderful testimony of the Lord's love for His people.

"May the dear Lord will always be the first and foremost for Brad&Eka (June 2007)."



For Karsten Luke Piper
At His Wedding to Rochelle Ann Orvis
May 29, 1995

The God whom we have loved, and in
Whom we have lived, and who has been
Our Rock these twenty-two good years
With you, now bids us, with sweet tears,
To let you go: "A man shall leave
His father and his mother, cleave
Henceforth unto his wife, and be
One unashaméd flesh and free."
This is the word of God today,
And we are happy to obey.
For God has given you a bride
Who answers every prayer we've cried
For over twenty years, our claim
For you, before we knew her name.

And now you ask that I should write
A poem - a risky thing, in light
Of what you know: that I am more
The preacher than the poet or
The artist. I am honored by
Your bravery, and I comply.
I do not grudge these sweet confines
Of rhyming pairs and metered lines.
They are old friends. They like it when
I bid them help me once again
To gather feelings into form
And keep them durable and warm.

And so we met in recent days,
And made the flood of love and praise
And counsel from a father's heart
To flow within the banks of art.
Here is a portion of the stream,
My son: a sermon poem. It's theme:
A double rule of love that shocks;
A doctrine in a paradox:

If you now aim your wife to bless,
Then love her more and love her less.

If in the coming years, by some
Strange providence of God, you come
To have the riches of this age,
And, painless, stride across the stage
Beside your wife, be sure in health
To love her, love her more than wealth.

And if your life is woven in
A hundred friendships, and you spin
A festal fabric out of all
Your sweet affections, great and small,
Be sure, no matter how it rends,
To love her, love her more than friends.

And if there comes a point when you
Are tired, and pity whispers, "Do
Yourself a favor. Come, be free;
Embrace the comforts here with me."
Know this! Your wife surpasses these:
So love her, love her, more than ease.

And when your marriage bed is pure,
And there is not the slightest lure
Of lust for any but your wife,
And all is ecstasy in life,
A secret all of this protects:
Go love her, love her, more than sex.

And if your taste becomes refined,
And you are moved by what the mind
Of man can make, and dazzled by
His craft, remember that the "why"
Of all this work is in the heart;
So love her, love her more than art.

And if your own should someday be
The craft that critics all agree
Is worthy of a great esteem,
And sales exceed your wildest dream,
Beware the dangers of a name.
And love her, love her more than fame.

And if, to your surprise, not mine,
God calls you by some strange design
To risk your life for some great cause,
Let neither fear nor love give pause,
And when you face the gate of death,
Then love her, love her more than breath.

Yes, love her, love her, more than life;
O, love the woman called your wife.
Go love her as your earthly best.

Beyond this venture not. But, lest
Your love become a fool's facade,
Be sure to love her less than God.

It is not wise or kind to call
An idol by sweet names, and fall,
As in humility, before
A likeness of your God. Adore
Above your best beloved on earth
The God alone who gives her worth.
And she will know in second place
That your great love is also grace,
And that your high affections now
Are flowing freely from a vow
Beneath these promises, first made
To you by God. Nor will they fade
For being rooted by the stream
Of Heaven's Joy, which you esteem
And cherish more than breath and life,
That you may give it to your wife.

The greatest gift you give your wife
Is loving God above her life.
And thus I bid you now to bless:
Go love her more by loving less.


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You Can Make It

My son, you can make it
Although I am gone
You are not alone
God will see you through all of your trying times
As he sits on his throne

My son, you can make it
Please hold to God's unchanging hand
Being here was not one of God's promises
So it was meant for me to go
When the master made his call I couldn't say no

My son you can make it
To where I made it
For we will meet again face to face
When your work here is done
And thy heavenly father makes his calls for you to come one home


MY SON YOU CAN MAKE IT
Ashley Jackson

In memoriam of a loving mother who went to be with the Lord Jesus Christ on June 10, 2006.

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Sunday, June 03, 2007

When I Say...

(Tulisan ini tidak tahu originally-nya dari siapa, but it's truly worth distributing, thank God for that author!)

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean living.'"
I'm whispering "I was lost,
now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow!


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