Posted in 2014, Christ, Cross, Easter, Heart, Life, Love, open up, Passover, Photography, poem, Via Dolorosa

Ode to my Savior

It’s at the cross

That I find Your unfailing love.

It shines across

Every heart – meek and tough.

The love nailed at the cross,

Transcends backgrounds and boundaries,

Rescuing the heart from its loss,

Redeeming, and restoring all casualties,

Brutal is the word,

To define what You must bear.

Nothing is worthy enough to be compared,

To such love, so pure.

 

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That little guy on the bottom left…

Commemorating the passing of my father: 6th April 2006 – 2014.

Plain Steamed Rice

Who would have thought…

that the little guy on the bottom left

would raise a beautiful family of his own…

who loves him dearly

despite his grumpy personality.

Who would have thought…

that the little guy on the bottom left

would raise a loving family of his own…

who is bereaved over his depart

and misses him still, after six years…

Remembering my late father, uncles and aunts.

The siblings (left to right): my father Billy, uncle George, aunt Jenny, aunt Poppy, aunt Connie.

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