Biography of joses tirtabudi
joses tirtabudi Poems
A friend is one who cares, Who helps your burdens bear. True friends brave weather, bad and fair. Whenever possible, they will be there.
What We Were
On the cabinets, on the tables, pinned on the wall. Precious memories, pictures of us all. Something fragile, a beauty so rare. A new day dawning that we shared.
Jesus Walking On Water
Twelve disciples in a boat Doubting it would float Master had left them alone Drifting the seas in a storm
Open Your Heart
Tis' one life you have, Open your heart to love. Love your wife, your son, Daughter, husband, or special one.
Glowing embers, remnants of a world past. Life is dying, its energy expiring fast. The last hope for life to survive is fading out and we're stuck drowning in a sea of doubt!
On His Father's Side
On his mother’s side Born in Bethlehem On his Father’s side No one before him
Before the storms hit, before the doubts assail; A tiny boy in the world who on his own will fail. Unaware of what will come and has been, Reaching up to hold on Daddy's big hand.
Jesus The King
On the hill of Calvary Hung up on a tree, Stripped bare for all to see-
I know this little guy, he stands, oh so, about knee high. He's got the cutest dimples on his cheery face,
On a bright sunny day, amidst the African brush- Playing in the sand, two tiny lion cubs. Filled with potential, though they be yet small, Furry balls of terror unaware of the dangers about them all.
6 am your ghost wakes me up, oh I know I moved on a long time ago. Guess my mind still doesn’t know. It’s clear you never were the best for me:
5 am in the morning, on my way up north to who knows where I wake up from my sleep to find where you live is just over there. My hibernating heart suddenly wakes up and starts pumping I feel the adrenalin flow, my blood starts running.
When I was a child, I spoke what came to mind Like she's so fat and I want that now Like a pigeon looking out a pinhole The world looks different when you're small
Among so big a cloud In the midst of lightening flashes Is the voice of God to whom all will bow For many a mile that is all you’ll hear
Pieces of me, pieces of you, consisting of others
Teachers, friends, coaches, mothers, and fathers.
The older we get, the more we see
Pieces of others, that make up today's me.
Little things that we learnt from years past
Little things to which we now hold fast
Ways to do, views to see, ways to live
Ways to love, grow, to learn and to give
So many people, each with a little contribution