Instead of the traditional graduation song, BSM Batch 20 delivered a very emotional poetry choir written/edited by Joses Calusay. The many session the students had in speech class paid off.

SCATTER US LIKE SEEDS

For so long,
I’ve been loving You from a distance,
Because, I was afraid of Your silence,
Your silence speaks to me  more deeply than any words can ever say,
I was afraid of who I would be when I am alone with You,
Because I didn’t want to be rejected,

For so long, I’ve been loving You from a distance,
Holding myself hostage to the sound of You,
Running away from the thought of You loving me so deeply,
That I would lose myself & never be able to find who I used to be,

For so long, I’ve been wanting to bridge the  distance,
For  I can’t even survive without You,
Without You,
There is this vacant void that causes me  to collapse at the very center of who I am,
And that’s what I mean when I say You’re breathtaking,

CHORUS:
AND WE CRY OUT TO YOU,
WE NEED YOU TO HEAL US
FOR BEYOND THAT, WE NEED YOU TO HEAL OUR LAND
WE WANT YOU TO HEAR THIS HUMBLE GENERATION,
SEEKING YOUR FACE AND  TURNING FROM WICKED WAYS,
WE WANT YOU TO SCATTER US LIKE SEEDS,
THAT EVERY SOUL IN THIS WORLD WOULD KNOW YOUR ETERNITY.

You cared for me with a gentleness,
That made me want to love You more than I ever thought possible,
And I want to give all of my heart to You,
Even though I have no idea what that feels like,
You love me privately, publicly,
Lonely, lovely, or ugly,
And I want to give you the keys to every room in this house I call my heart,
And that means nothing is off limits to You.

(CHORUS)

It amazes us that a God who can easily overtake us,
Takes us, breaks us, & makes us more like Him,
`Cause  everyday You chisel our character,
Changing the picture of our lives by the brushstroke,

You want us to be Your masterpiece,
You want us to be the Master’s piece,
So we lay down all selfishness,
All agendas, all affections,
We come to bring a sacrifice,
We come in the Name of One who gave His life,
And we want to follow Him,
Which means we take up heavy crosses,
Which means we take sips of the bitter cup of denying self,

(CHORUS)