"The garden of Christ"

The garden of Christ, a pristine beauty,
Adorn with the gems of purity and majesty.
Where the creations in harmony thrived.
And the Image of God was brought to life.

The garden of Christ, defiled by Lucifer.
Evicted from the place of eternal glory,
For an attempt to seize God's holy throne.
The crown of mankind was stolen and gone.

The garden of Christ, He came to earth
For mankind, a reconciliation with God.
An eternal redemption at the foot of the cross,
The forgiveness of sin for the damned and the lost.

The garden of Christ, both you and me,
In this world sailing towards eternity.
Repentance and faith are the keys to life.
Ignorance and hate, an everlasting demise.

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"The Labyrinthian Concept"

I write in a language unknown to the world,
Of whispering lyrics and diatonic melodies.
Like the mystifying lights of the auroras,
And diverse like the plethora of faunas.

I write in a language unrevealed to you,
Of northern winds sweeping across your shore.
The messenger from a world beyond,
Breezing past your ear and is gone.

I write in a language similar to the stars,
Easy to see and easy to perceive.
Yet no one realise the stories behind,
I am the mystery you will never find.

It remains hidden, it all remains conceal,
Beneath the illusion of the sounds of life.

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"Dreams and adventures"

The journey started from the north to the south,
As we travelled in a car behind the sleepy suburbs,
A beam of amber light kissed my face,
As I rested my head on the window place.

I saw a majestic sunset in a dream,
With it's amber beams lighting up the scene.
Dove shaped clouds embroidered in the sky,
Like the praying hands of a maiden's cry.

The short lived majesty of that beautiful scene,
Fades away into the past as memories.
For time there is an entity that travelled onward,
That dwindled memories as we drove away a yard.

The sunless dusky world gives an euphoric atmosphere,
That beauty is everywhere, it's never been so clear.
My mum stands next to me on this southern hilly bliss,
The only child she bore from a broken promise.

The stars lit up the blue night in a different scene,
While basking on a cliff with an ocean in between.
With families and friends on a slow boat to Greece,
Sailing with no sleep amidst the shark infested seas.

Every night's an adventure into a different reality,
Painted by the misty colours of beautiful fantasies.
And when the world within plays the brightest theme,
Reality resonates and it all became a dream.

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"The Raptor and the Rose"

In the realm of the dusky world,
Lies the dewy drops of the morning world.
Cascading gracefully from the garden rose,
Amidst the misty grasses and the moss.

The Raptor took his evening walk,
Under the Pandoran sky in a beautiful park.
The graceful path illuminated by the amber lamps,
Fireflies dazzled and to the side the roses encamps.

The garden roses all have their dewy mark,
A maiden's tear longing for a Valentinan spark.
Roses that has never been plucked,
For the cupid's arrow hasn't struck.

Amidst the whimpering flora lies a Rose,
She radiates joyfully for she knows.
That her destiny isn't written by cupid's arrows,
But by the Lord God who holds her tomorrow.

Roses like these are hard to find,
For their the only one of their own kind.
Her dew drops will fade and no more will she be played,
For she will be plucked under her lover's shade.

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"Frostbite"

Remember the Lord,
In the days of your youth,
Before the cold winter comes,
And slips you from the truth.

Remember the day he gave you life,
Where your story starts as you fight to survive.
The joy and the peace of his salvation,
As you received his Heaven's invitation.

The cold winter night puts up a hard fight,
With deadly frostbites in our journey in life.
Frostbites of anxiety and melancholy,
Where we forget our heavenly identity.

If the remembrance of our Saviour,
Can thaw the frostbites all together.
Imagine the serenity when our journey ends,
Where we shall see him with families and friends.

So wipe your tears and remember the day,
Where He calls you as his child with bouquets.
And you will realise the true light that came down to Earth,
Can thaw the frostbite of our winter cold hearts.

~Zester Frost.

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"Valley of the crescent moon"

There's a valley in all our lives,
Where the moon always crest,
And never seems to come alive.

We wish to see the full moonlit night,
The promises of the Lord in our lives,
A hope that empower us to survive.

The lights of the crescent moon,
Seems like a never fulfilling promise,
The promises of the Lord we might miss.

But the night of the full moon will rise,
Fulfilling the Lord's promises in his own time.
So hold on to faith and let your light shine.

He has given us a hope,
He has given us a beautiful story.
Where He will fulfill our destiny.

So venture on with a smile,
For the valley of the crescent moon,
Will last only for a short while.

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"Moonlight Rain"

The world fills with the light of the shy moon,
Cowering behind the clouds like a maid in her room.
The clouds shed it's tears like a widow in grief,
A melancholic story we have learn to believe.

But the moon tells me of a story,
About the dark journeys of our past.
That there is always light beyond the storm,
Reassuring us that the clouds will be gone.

Just because the sky grows dark,
Just because the rain pours hard.
Doesn't mean we'll never get through,
We have forgotten that the sky is blue.

The dark clouds are but a tiny speck,
In the vastness of the ocean sky.
The sorrows and pain that we have felt,
Are our footprints in the sands of time.

If the sky is always clear,
And our hearts never without fear,
Then our journey is just a dull fantasy,
Remember, rollercoaster makes the ride merry.

The moon never cease to shine,
When the sky pours down without a sign.
Hope cheers us in the clouds beyond,
The rain won't last until dawn.

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"Shades of love"

Love is not an emotion,
Tossed around like the waves of the ocean.
It's a choice of the will,
To care and sacrifice even through life's downhill.

Love birds meet and fly away,
But some drift apart even on the same day.
When the warm fuzzy feeling is gone,
They thought that love had moved-on.

No. Just like how our parents,
Showed us love along with our closest friends.
Love is a sacrifice for someone,
Never saying the words "I'm done!".

But the Love greatest above them all,
Is the Love of Jesus Christ for our heavenly call.
The Son of God who died for sinners like us,
While we were enemies with a dreadful past.

The love of Christ is like the sun,
That gives life and is the one.
The love of families is like the moon,
That illuminates the night with a soothing tune.

But the Love of our lovers,
Is like the star,
That stayed closest to the moon,
And never wanders off far.

All shades of love has no point of reference,
Without the love of Christ that has no end.
To eternity and beyond it will never fade,
And teaches us to nurture, sacrifice and to aid.

~Zester Frost

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"Sky Sparrow"

Let my Sparrow fly,
Towards the sky.
Into the place where she belong,
For her adventures had just begun.

Don't look back my Sparrow,
For the path of my journey is narrow.
Birds of paradise don't belong in a cage,
I wish to see the airy feathers kiss your face.

Sail across the moonlit night,
Fly away and shine your light.
For our moments were just a speck in time,
Not enough to make you mine.

So fly away towards the blue blue sky,
Beyond this alpine with the coldest nights.
Erase me from the memories of you past,
For I am a part of your adventure that wouldn't last.

So fly away and forget that day,
Spread your wings and open the cage.
For you belong to the sky,
Where wonders and adventures never die.

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"Leap of faith"

Every step I take,
Every choice I make,
Is a journey towards the unknown.
Where everything is in the twilight zone.

I don't know what my future holds,
But the Lord has given each of us a call.
In this adventure call Earth,
Where we follow him with all our heart.

I am not what I seems,
Everything you know might be a dream.
I'm just a traveller striving towards the light,
While my flesh puts up a fight.

In my travels I saw a bird,
Will she tag along in this Earth.
But I did not give it a call,
For I great I might be her fall.

The courage that didn't exist,
Was the reason for my resist.
So I watch that bird fly away,
The words won't utter to make her stay.

But Jesus is the author of our stories,
And he will use us for his glory.
So ignore about love and forget about your state,
Trust in the Lord and take a leap of faith.

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