The Rainbow of My Heart

Rainbow is a promise..

A promise between Jesus and me..

He has promised me a beautiful rainbow to have..

Yet, He did not promise that rain and thunder would not come before it..

And now, after the rain and thunder were gone..

I waited for the rainbow of promise came..

The one that He has promised me..

Suddenly He said, "It's here.. Can you see it?"

"Nope.. Where is that, Father? I can't find it in the sky.."

"You will not find it in the sky, My child.. Because I have put it in your heart.."

And when I looked into my heart, I see you there..

Yes! You are the rainbow that He has promised..

Thank You, Father!

He is the best rainbow of my heart.. :)

Antara Pohon dan Hujan

Pohon dan hujan..

Seiring dengan berjalannya waktu,

Mereka semakin sadar bahwa mereka memang berbeda..

Pohon berasal dari bawah sini..

Dan hujan dilahirkan di atas sana..

Mungkin keduanya memang saling mencintai..

Namun cinta bukanlah segalanya..

Pohon tak mungkin menjadi hujan..

Dan hujan pun mustahil 'tuk menjadi pohon..

Mungkin mereka memang tak ditakdirkan bersama..

Mungkin perbedaan mereka memang tak dapat disatukan.

Mungkinkah pohon pergi ke atas sana untuk tinggal dengan hujannya?

Atau mungkinkah hujan turun ke bawah sini untuk tinggal dengan pohonnya?

Hanya Tuhan yang tau..

Dan memang hanya Dia yang mengerti..

Aku

Kau tenun aku sejak dalam rahim ibuku..

Kau ciptakan aku serupa dengan gambaranMu..

Kau membentuk aku dengan kasihMu..

RencanaMu sempurna dalam hidupku..

Sekarang ku hanya ingin mengikutMu..

Mengikut Ia yang menciptakan aku..

MengikutNya dengan segenap hati dan jiwaku..

MengikutNya hingga memanggilku pulang..

Dan ku ingin menjadi teguh seperti pohon..

Pohon kehidupan yang ditanam di tepi aliran air..

Yang berbuah pada setiap musim..

Dan menjadi berkat bagi setiap mereka yang percaya akan Dia..


"She is a tree of life to those who embrace her; those who lay hold of her will be blessed." -Proverb 3:18 (NIV)

Let God Do It

I love this poem :)

"Let God Do It"

by unknown

Life started out on a canvas, 
With Christ making a painting of me;
But I took the paint brush from Jesus, 
And painted what I wished to see.

The colors I painted kept running,
And the objects grew all out of size
Till the mess I made on the canvas
Seemed now so completely unwise.

Then I brought back the canvas to Jesus
With the colors and figures so wrong, 
In the market it simply was worthless,
Yet His blood made my painting belong.

He stood there with no condemnation, 
Never mentioned the mess I had made;
He just started the painting all over,
For the price had already been paid.

As He dipped His brush in the rainbow,
The colors grew brighter in hue;
And in the Glory of Heaven's Salvation
Brought the forms in perspective anew.

Since I took the brush back to Jesus,
And let Him do the picture for me;
I've found that the painting by Jesus,
Is the one that I first hoped to see.