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Cutting
deep to the heart and mind,
A
penetration even without words could be define:
PAIN.
It’s
very real with the reality of pain.
The
hurt can make one go insane,
Let
it continue, hopelessness reign.
Are
you in despair?
It
could seem like no one care.
Could
other relate?
It
might seem like a lonely fate.
Is
there things other people could say?
Everyone
might have walked away.
The
reality of pain,
Do
we need to prove its disdain?
And
what hurts more,
Physically
or emotionally cut to the core?
If
you pain,
Read
down this poetic lane.
I
hope you’ll find God in your pain,
And
accept the Son as you go through the rain.
--Jimmy
Li
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Lord, others might not know,
But surely you know.
Father, don’t leave me in a state of misery,
Please don’t abandon me!
Oh God, please do see,
What is tormenting inside me.
I don’t want to feel empty,
Please don’t let me go crazy.
Can you please give me comfort,
Lord, inside I’m really hurt.
Surely God, at times it gets so bad,
I want to get angry or mad.
But that’s not what I really want Lord.
Please help me, oh Lord.
Don’t let me go astray at all,
May I not fall!
Jesus, hold on to my soul,
My pain, I want you to know.
I hope you would help me.
Please, I really do,
I’m crying out for you…
So come and get me through this,
I’m opening my heart for you, Jesus.
--Jimmy
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My soul is heavy and tired,
Almost as if I’ve been
consumed by a fire.
What more can I say?
Rubbed and worn away.
The one I cry out to is you,
oh Lord.
The one who hears me is the
Lord.
I come to you for my
comfort,
You know what it’s like to
hurt.
Can I stay in your presence?
For what would I do in your
absence,
And who can replace you?
Surely none can be like you!
So in my wearisome times,
Trials of testing through
out times,
I shall utter your holy
name,
You will hear me praise your
name.
Help me oh God to remember,
That through Jesus my
Savior,
Your grace is more than
enough,
For the times that are
rough.
So here is my heavy soul,
May you reign your control.
--Jimmy
Li
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Looking myself under the scope,
I am currently unable to cope,
With the sinful self inside,
How I am arrogant and boastful with
pride.
At times I think I am so much better,
When I’m still a fallen sinner.
How I could be so cold to people,
Yet wanting to share the gospel.
Often I have wanted to know,
How I could be so impersonal,
Keeping people far off at bay,
Making myself appear far away.
Why do I remain so distant?
I don’t want to be far and distant.
My combat self hinders,
Tearing me inside with stirs.
Don’t want to play no phony tough,
Yet that image describes me well
enough,
My detachment from letting some know
me,
Was a way to hide any Vern ability.
Oh God, Oh God, you however know,
Who I am and how so,
Please take the apathy away from my
heart,
And pour yourself to my heart,
May Your Spirit descend like a dove,
And open my heart up with His love.
--Jimmy
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God has made man not to be a lone
island,
To be so is to be on the verge of
depression.
Or perhaps one is already depressed,
The gulf of the lonely seas is much
pressed,
Against one’s own shores,
A gateway and opportunity like any
doors,
Except hope must have drown,
Deep in the vast blue seas very down.
How tragic of a sea story that would
be,
To think one is in an island
separated by the sea,
Where a person is but a background
shadow,
Their soul’s existence no one ever
did know.
Even the paradise setting seems so
dark in contrast,
If one were to be an outcast.
Does a single downcast palm tree,
Provide true comfort to anybody,
If they spent years being lonely,
Ripping out their hearts, causing
instability?
In such a heavy-chained slavery,
May I speak to those who feel this
poem truly?
I may not know which island you’re
at,
I may never ever meet you, in fact.
But if ever this bottled message were
to reach you,
I hope you get this poem to know, “Jesus loves you’.
--Jimmy Li
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It seems as if I stand alone on the
edge of a cliff,
The choice to make and the
consequence of “what if…”
The dilemma face: Marine or no
Marine.
I didn’t want to make much of a
scene.
The childhood dream saddens me,
All those years, now rips me
painfully.
Now the moment finally has arrive,
To test whether the childhood dream
has survived.
Four years of desiring to wear the
red and gold.
Four years of people mocking me
untold.
In my heart and very gut,
The question of what God would want
with my gut,
All one hundred fifteen pounds of it,
Makes me cry out to the Holy Spirit.
The recruiter wouldn’t and couldn’t
understand,
My friends question whether I’m a
man.
I cried out wanting to know His
desire,
As some calls me a chicken or a liar.
Since accepting Christ two years ago,
My only desire now is to share the
gospel.
Some see me as giving excuses,
Reminds me how I once dare accuses,
That those who didn’t want to join
as wimps,
As bad as whores and pimps.
What a strange paradox case,
That’s exactly now what I face.
I go to sleep wondering,
I wake up still thinking.
I wonder if I would regret.
Both ways has it’s own regret.
It wouldn’t surprise me if I erupt,
Despite it all, I did signed up.
Swearing in that day we ended, “So
help me God”,
How truly I meant it to God.
--Jimmy Li
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When turmoil and chaos reign,
And during such occasion that
drives one insane,
It’s so easy to wish and wonder,
For life to be much simpler.
When our complex strange life,
Has pain that comes with full
strife,
Bearing down with full force,
A complicated crucible course,
It often brings anxiety and
remorse,
Another baggage of yours.
When life proves to be no simple
bubblegum,
And each pain is added to it’s
former sum,
Why won’t you tell God where you’re
at,
He knows your pain as a matter of
fact.
Pain sometimes have no simple
solution,
Perhaps a long healing process that
doesn’t end soon.
In your pain ask yourself this,
Are you willing to walk through
with Jesus?
It’s not a simple bubblegum world sometimes.
--Jimmy
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Opened up my textbook one night,
Trying to study under the dimmed
light,
As the cold wind blew outside,
I wonder if it’s out of laziness
or pride,
That I mass cram as one homework,
What was really three weeks worth
of work.
The reading of psychology could get
tedious,
But a thought came to me that was
serious:
Some people no doubt have taken the
class,
Not just as another GE course to
pass,
But rather they look to psychology,
As a way o help them emotionally.
They want to seek somewhat of a
counsel,
Something to sooth their soul,
Through difficult paths of turmoil,
By understanding how we are
emotional.
I scratched my brains that night,
The thought that tied me tight:
IF they trust so much in
psychology,
Why not also the Lord Almighty?
--Jimmy Li
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Sometimes the greatest comfort He
gives to us,
Is just Him totally, and Jesus.
Life’s hardest problems aren’t
easy,
An undisputed fact that we can all
see.
At times we wonder what God’s
solution is,
Whether He can grant us true joy
and happiness,
Cause often in our own day to day
life,
We go through so much strife.
So much of our mind and heart pours
out,
To the issues that we are concern
about,
How often that is linked with pain,
Or some form of disdain.
Really, at times there’s no
simple answer.
There’s not always a textbook
type of answer.
When that proves to be the case at
times,
Hold on to Jesus in your hard
times.
The relationship with God is your square one.
--Jimmy Li
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The Holiday fun and jolly,
That seemed as a promise to come
yearly,
Don’t always come that one time
of the year,
Even though TV and the world
portrays that each year.
Students on their Christmas break,
Trying to avoid every moment they
are awake,
Just not to feel the winter blue.
Elders hoping their kids would get
the clue,
To come by and visit with the
grandkids.
Depression unleashed from its
Pandora’s lids.
The drunkard spending Christmas in
a bar,
The hard working father robbed in
his car.
A lone Marine stationed in a far
off land,
And those who wonder whether anyone
would understand.
What’s meant to be the happiest
time of the year,
Brings the highest suicide rate of
the year.
Perhaps if people only knew the
true reason,
For the celebration of this special
season,
Of how One cared about them so
much,
As to come down and have their
lives touch.
If they grasp the meaning of the
birth of the Christ child,
This season would be much amazing
time rather than something mild.
--By Jimmy Li
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I went up the second floor,
And knocked on the door,
Of Dr. Jesus Christ,
For some help and advice.
“This world is killing me,
It’s totally driving me crazy!”
He told me not to worry,
He’ll be alongside my life’s
journey.
“The error of this world would
end one day Jim,”
That’s when I told him,
“But Lord it really seems
hopeless,
With so many people hurting without
Jesus.”
He smiled back at me gently,
And said rather clearly,
“Weren’t you once like that
too?
Yet, didn’t I transformed you?”
I told him yes,
And that I have been blessed.
But sometimes I wonder,
If he would transform any other.
I hesitated in asking,
To help those who might be reading,
But in His way of knowing,
He knew what I was thinking.
“Tell them the Good News,
To all those hurting or abused,
And brokenhearted totally.
For I tell you surely,
I came not for the “well” and
the “healthy”,
But for sinners and the sickly.
I know of no other heart surgeon
than he,
Doctor Jesus Christ, MD.
--Jimmy Li
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Only when what I have is taken,
Make me fell so scared and shaken.
Only when I go through a trial,
Of fear, humiliation and denial,
Would I finally wake up and see,
That the Lord was always with me.
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Only when I am in a crisis,
Would I see God at his kindest.
Only through pain would I know,
Of the love that God had show.
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Only by believing in Jesus,
Would I see God holiness.
Only by God’s kindness,
That I’m allow forgiveness.
By,
Jimmy Li
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