The Father's Song

THE FATHER'S SONG

Every morning you wake up with a question on your face

What is life? What is there to live for?

The emptiness is eating you from within

Who am I? What is there for me?

And the world is spinning, confusing you

But here I am calling you to me

Sleep tight my child and surrender

Close your eyes, embrace my peace

Sleep tight my child and surrender

In my arms you shall find your peace

You were known by me and loved before your birth

In my thoughts you live and clothed with much worth

You are mine to keep and love forever more

The day flies past you and you ask if you ever lived

Is there love? Are there real friends?

It's pulling you apart and tearing you within

I hear your heart calling out to me

For the world is spinning, confusing you

So here I am calling you to me

You searched and scoured the world but never found that peace

The peace you can't find in yourself

The peace you can only find in me

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Lyrics, Music, and Vocals: Keith J. Amodia, SDB

Keyboard: Vince Michael Sabal, SDB

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I composed this song in one of my saddest days. There are times when the paralyzing sadness and confusion are so strong you feel helpless against life. Yet, I remembered that these are the very times that we are asked to surrender everything and allow our Heavenly Father to take care of us. When one has no more strength to carry on, God is always there to become that Strength.

Off the Radar

Many people have been asking me where I am. Maybe because they don't see me bubbling on Facebook. Just to quell fears of my alien abduction or my untimely death, it's Lent and I just felt that the time is right to let go of some things, for now.

Someone objected violently. How is it that I keep on posting notes in Facebook? We'll, that's the beauty of RSS feeds. You see, my blog and my Facebook account are married happily. Whenever I post in Blogger, it gets reposted in Gmail Buzz and in Facebook. So don't get scandalized if Facebook tells you that I posted something in the middle of the night. It's the Facebook server pulling my blog writings off Blogger.

Facebook will have to wait until Easter. Ciao!

Skills and Talents

I like Sunday afternoons because its at my disposal for personal use. Today, I honed my shooting skills in Basketball, maybe inching up one percent from zero in the three-point shoot-out efficiency scale. The aspirants were using the other basketball court so I had to do with the age-old Ferrari court and I met aspirant Geobert there, practicing his football kicks.

A conversation started amid the bouncing balls and I told him that I need to improve my skills in preparation for my practical training. You see, you have a little bit of everything so that you can be of some help to the boys in many ways. You don't have to master all skills, the basics would have can already win hearts. Then he pointed, and it is universal truth, that we always have some forte we can be proud about and some areas where the room of improvement is as big as a standard-size football dome.

Then I surprised both of us when I said that what is not your talent is your skill. We all have our talents, some are naturally good dancers who groove as if they don't have a bit of bone in their limbs, some are natural virtuoso's who are music incarnate, some are angels that seemed to have lost their way going to the choir their voices so sweet and melodious a single note is enough to rouse varied emotions and a bucketful of tears. Talents are natural, we all have them but not all of them. 

What is not your talent is your skill. It means you might be naturally good at it but you can always improve by practice and hard work. It also means that any skill can be learned also by practice and hard work, and all skills are essentially reachable by anyone who aspires. As the Milo advertisement goes, great things start from small beginnings, I could become a professional three point shooter. I wish.