Fairytale- Chris Webb || Spoken Word

This… this is just amazing. This poem overflows with the love that Christ had when He died for us on the cross. It blows my mind again and again, this love story is not a fairytale, its is the BIGGEST truth ever. This is just beautiful and I encourage you to just take the time to watch this and be reminded of our Savior’s mercy and grace.


Jesus is my Love, Not my Religion || Poem by Mary

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Jesus is my love, not my religion…

He’s not someone I bribe to go to heaven,
He’s not someone I obey in fear of hell.
He’s not something I wear for showcase,
He’s NOT my religion.

He is my love,
He is that someone who makes the sun shine when I wake up in the morning,
He’s that man who makes me smile in sad days,
He’s the one who always listens whenever I have something to say,
And I know He always loved me, that’s why He is my love.
Even when I haven’t seen Him yet,
He was that voice calling out whenever I felt like something was missing…
He was my missing piece- the piece that was always there…
My love, my Jesus.

– Mary Pacis, “Jesus is my Love, Not my Religion”, Nov. 13, 2014 [4:35]

The Wound & The Stitches || Poem

April 24 2014, Thursday [12:01 AM]

The Wound and The Stitches (The Lies & The Truth)

I lost a friend, with one lie.

I held it in ’till time flew by,

and guilt had practically drowned me.

I used to wonder, how she thought of me,

But seeing her so deeply wounded,

I have never felt so sorry. 

How could I undo a lie?

I failed, but I tried.

Now that the stitches had come undone,

The wounds still hasn’t healed.

Do I seal it in with another thread?

Or should it heal itself?

Lord, I have dishonored Your name,

Please forgive me, a sinner wallowing in shame.

I am unclear of what I should do…

Lord please help me, understand her point of view.

Help me to accept rejection.

Help me to fix what I had broken,

Teach me to be like Your Son, though I may not reach to perfection.

I am in deep regrets I must admit.

And when I say sorry, I genuinely mean it.

Mary Pacis




Weeping with the Clouds

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I do not own this photo

July 21, 2013

Hush little child, let me hold you dear,
Her song lasts forever, but only the gifted could hear.

Listen as her voice gently carresses your skin,
Breathe in the music, and sing from within.

Can you hear the sunset as it rises from the dark?
Watch as the wind slowly pushes the ark.

Beautiful was the day when you once smiled to me,
I would do almost anything, if I could only see.

Fly with the birds as they soar through the air,
Listen to the flowers as their color starts to wear.

Weep with the clouds as they flood land with rain,
A loved one has died, do you feel my pain?

Though life is ephemeral, I know that someday we would meet,
Eternally forever… and feel the grass tickle our feet.

I love you so much, do you hear me dear?
Our song lasts forever, but only the gifted could hear.

– Mary Pacis

Dedicated to: My friend and her family who lost their loved one… may he rest in the arms of God.

Birthday Dismay- Mary Pacis

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I do not own this photo

July 21, 2013 [12: 55 PM]

Today is my birthday, at least 5 minutes more.

I have my family with me, 1 gift sprawled on the floor.

Call me party pooper, but I can’t help but feel alone,

Though I have many friends, not one would greet me through the phone.

4 minutes left and I’m here typing my pain away,

Hoping tomorrow wouldn’t be a birthday dismay.

Just when I’m about to climb to bed and cry to sleep,

God has his way, and let me say, this birthday would be no dismay.


OMG 1 minute left! xD I’m pretty excited, and yes I did feel alone. But I’m actually happy and blessed! My family are here with me, my grandma is also celebrating her birthday (at the Philippines), and I’m 14! This poem was one that just randomly came up in a spur of moment. Hope you guys liked it! God bless ya’ll!

PS. I edited this poem (the last 3 lines)

The Girl in The Mirror- Mary Pacis

Credits to: Google

Credits to: Google


June 27 2013  [3:50 AM] UPDATE: July 6 2013 [12:00 PM]

The girl in the mirror, deems herself a disgrace,
Forming atomies of detrimental thoughts about her fate.

Wallowing in self pity, as the young lass lay in woe,
Fellow men think her lovely, they swear their hearts could overflow.

Yet she never doth believe, she deems that all are foolish lies,
The girl in the mirror doubts she has the need to surmise.

Affirming to herself a horrid woman is she,
Hiding in a place where no one could ever see.

Her beautiful face is as fair as the moon,
Her eyes, her soul would make all the lads swoon.

But filled in dejection, no forbearance and comfort,
In her pity she stayed, convinced there was nothing more to sort.

The past she ne’er let go, for it was just too close to bear,
Amort was she, locked in chains, when the key lay near her hair.

A crystal tear fell down her face, kneeling down she prays a-night,
‘Oh Lord, I feel that I’m a disgrace, forgive me if you might!’

The girl cried and cried with all her heart, the ground now flooded with tears,
The Lord’s heart melted at the cries of His child and washed away her fears.

Her beauty is a rose that catches men like fishing rods,
She gave into the fight and surrendered all to her mighty God.

Betimes the chains have fallen, one by one they hit the ground,
Bliss that once she thought was lost, that now, at last! is found.

He wiped away her tears as she lay peacefully in His arms,
Like the whisper of the wind, He said,

“You are my beautiful charm”

– Mary Pacis

Dedicated to: The Self- conscious and The Clueless.


This is a re-make of this poem (the former one is HERE, which is quite funny and short), and I am very happy I made a few changes- well additional changes. Special thanks to MenofOneAccord and to God for helping me and encouraging me to make a re-make of this poem (and also Shakespeare, who helped me with my vocabulary- I hope I used them right). So thank you… 🙂

I know I haven’t been blogging a lot, but I hope I will. I really did miss you guys and I’ve been falling out lately, and missing our ‘Song of the Week’ and ‘Bible Verse of the Week’. Don’t worry, I’ll try and squeeze in. Love you! and JESUS LOVES YOU TOO!

And if you’re that girl (in the poem), I want you to look at the mirror and see through the eyes of God. You are worth more than many sparrows, worth more than diamonds. Plus, diamonds don’t even shine. But you have the chance to shine… and it’s your choice.

Remember that God LOVES you.

Proverbs 31:30

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.