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To die once, to die twice, or to die thrice, which would I prefer?

To die everyday it is, as long as my heart is transformed into His likeness, each day, I mean the one who paid off my death penalty.

The one who took the fall, "the fall" usually taken by the least for the great but He did differently. He, the greatest, took the fall for the least, me and you, how bloody sweet.

Yes, bloody, His RED BLOODED LOVE, gushed out from the wounds inflicted on Him, the nails driven into His hands, the thorny crown seated on His head, the strokes plugged into His skin severally. Who can ever repeat this heroic and historic Love story?

Nobody can, nobody will.

Perfect Man He was, Perfect God He was and He is. Perfect Heart, so pure, so true, His nature is customized.

He first loved me, I want to love Him right back, I want learn to love Him, just the way He wants to be loved.
That's why I want to die everyday, to have Him kill me, to have Him instruct me, to Him lead me, to have Him bruise my pride, breakdown my defences.

To have Him teach me to love myself like He loves me, to love my neighbour like He would love them, whether I want to or not, to love the stranger like He would love them, whether I maybe cheated or not.

To consider people, to intercede in prayer, to give and not expect to be given back, to think of our Kingdom first, His Kingdom.

A heart like His heart, full of compassion like mooma CeCe sang to Him, nothing wrong within. Help me remain with You, cause I know I look more like You.

A heart like yours, I want always and everyday, so I am willing to keep dying, to have You kill me now and always.

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PAIN ATTENDANT 3

I see you cry, I hear your hurting, it makes your heart beat to an unusual fast and sad song.

I want to hold your heart and make it stop pacing, running and dancing all over, in different thoughts of "why", "how".

I talk to the pain attendant and I ask almost always to be to you, all that you need and whoever that you need now and always.

He died earlier than He should, she left without a goodbye, your little baby, slept and didn't wake up when the c**k alarmed.

It's a lot for you and I told the Pain Attendant, He said, He knows, that is why He promised never to leave you or forsake you.

Come! Meet the PAIN ATTENDANT, if you are yet to, good thing is He loved before now.

And dear believer, the PAIN ATTENDANT is ever present, He is close to those who trust Him, even trusting Him with your grieving heart.

I'll say a prayer for you, precious one!

The smile on the that face in the photo is from me to you,
you are loved.

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