Step by Step with God

This is my step
Every step that I took,
I took with him
I will go through and
I won't stop
I won't go back
And I will keep walking
Until the finish
I won't give up
I won't fall down
I always believe in God
Because I have God
Who gave me strength
To keep walking until
The finish

Edwin
SMAK 5 Penabur, Jakarta

The Victor

Poet: C.W. Longenecker

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t
If you like to win but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

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Do You Care?

By Imam B. Prasojo
Director of "Nurani Dunia" (World Conscience)
A foundation that serves for Indonesian children

We have seen our nation
turn into a land of suffering
natural disaster and never-ending quarrels

In every corner of the Archipelago
fires burn,
bullets explode,
floods and landslides reach out,
pushing their victims into the mud of suffering.

More than a million of people
have been driven from their villages.
The dirty tends are full of children,
women and old people.
They live in extraordinary misery.
A million people sit confused
wondering if their lives will never improve.

The future of hundreds of thousands of Indonesians
hangs in the balance.
They do not attend school.
Their teacher have vanished.
The buildings have been reduced to rubble.
Their trauma is endless.
Never ceasing disasters
destroy us, divide us,
and make us live in pain.

It is time
for every citizen
to show their love for equality.
We must lighten their suffering.
We must create a better life
for our fellow human beings...

Poem For Writers

By Frances Bourne Taft

God, make my pen an implement of Your power.
Where there is ignorance, let it bring enlightenment;
Where there is prejudice, understanding;
Where there is cynicism, faith;
Where there is indifference, challenge;
Where there is loneliness, companionship;
Where there is fear, courage;
Where there is ugliness, beauty;
Where there is weariness, re-creation.
Place upon the feeble fingers that guide the pen
Thine all encompassing hand.
Fill my hand with Your truth,
My heart with Your love,
My whole being with Your spirit.
Grant me the supreme gift
Of forgetfulness of self in service to others,
And make Your purpose mine.