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Monday, April 24, 2006

Of Stones and Boulders

Journey
- By Corrine May

It's a long long journey
Till I know where I'm supposed to be
It's a long long journey
And I don't know if I can believe
When shadows fall and block my eyes
I am lost and know that I must hide

It's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to You
Many days I've spent Drifting on through empty shores
Wondering what's my purpose
Wondering how to make me strong
I know I will falter
I know I will cry
I know You'll be standing by my side

It's a long long journey
And I need to be close to You
Sometimes it feels no one understands
I don't even know why I do the things I do
When pride builds me up till I can't see my soul
Will You break down these walls and pull me through

Cause it's a long long journey
Till I feel that I am worth the price
You paid for me on Calvary
Beneath those stormy skies
When Satan mocks and friends turn to foes
It feels like everything is out to make me lose control
Cause it's a long long journey
Till I find my way home to you To You

In His Presence

In the quiet of this hour
As I kneel before You now
I don't always understand
What Your perfect will demands
But I'll learn to trust You more
In Your presence, Lord

In Your presence, there is comfort
In Your presence, there is peace
When we seek to know Your heart
We will find such blessed assurance
In Your holy presence, Lord

There can be such sweet reward
When I wait upon the Lord
As I take the time,
He gives His perfect wisdom
To be found in Him alone
All our deepest secrets known
We are surrounded by His grace when we seek His face

In Your presence, there is comfort
In Your presence, there is peace
When we seek to know Your heart
We will find such blessed assurance
An ever open door
To know our Saviour more
In the presence of our Lord

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Mindful Feeding

I'm not too sure who visits here. But I've put up 3 articles and hope that it shall bless anyone who happens to read this. It is by the way taken from a recent Epistole issue:

1. Busyness: A New Perspective
2. Consumerism and Christianity
3. The Manger and the Empty Tomb

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Beyond Plastic Beads

Beads: few cents
Strings: even fewer cents
Human Labour: a specific monetary value if according to capitalist system
The Cross: PRICELESS.

Have we sometimes forgotten the significance and essence of the cross. We wear a cross around our necks but do we bear it in our lives. We hesitate to answer sometimes, don't we. A daily struggle to abide - to deny our names and take up our crosses daily, and follow Him. Oh some words are just so hard to utter. Before God, we simply become speechless. (lest we say the wrong things! =)

"I look beyond the empty cross
Forgetting what my life has cost
And wipe away the crimson stains
And dull the nails that still remain
More and more I need you now
I owe you more each passing hour
And battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
And wash the feet and cleanse my pride
Take the selfish, take the weak
And all the things I cannot hide
Take the beauty, take my tears
The sin-soaked heart and make it yours
Take my world all apart
Take it now, take it now
And serve the ones that I despise
Speak the Word I can’t deny
Watch the world I used to love
Fall to dust and thrown away"

--- by Jars of Clay in Worlds Apart.

Friday, February 10, 2006

The Salt in Us.

A good friend shared with me something a few days ago. She said there's something about tears that's so beautiful. Although the society judges people who cry as weak and useless, but God keeps count of every tear we shed, same as how He knows every strand of hair each person has.

"Tears are God's gift to us." Aye, it's true. The world despises tears; God comforts the person who cries. The world hides its tears and pretends to be strong; God says in me there is no condemnation, a broken and contrite heart I will not despise.

A tear a day
Washing coloured lenses away
May we see the world through God's eyes
To see the silent cries we hide a
Though sometimes they appear in the night
But darkness surrounds and deceives
Behind close doors is where they should be
Truth is, they only grow in strength
Brokeness. Vulnerability. Meekness.
Tears reveal our condition for healing
Through tears of forgiveness
Healing we shall receive
From God that is, our Restorer.

"Before the world began/ you were on His mind/ And every tear you cry is precious in His eye/ because of His great love/ He gave his only son...."

Sunday, October 30, 2005

“Thinking is the amazing capacity God has given the human being to discover and observe the stuff of creation, to compare and contrast each of its parts, and when possible, to use them properly so as to reflect the glory of the Creator. Thinkers see old things in new ways; they analyse hypotheses, separating out the true form the false. Thinkers sometimes describe old truths in new words and forms; they help others to see how applications to life can be made. Thinkers make bold decisions, help us see new visions, and overcome obstacles in previously unseen ways.” – Gordon MacDonald, The Better man Lost in Ordering Your Private World.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

"When will my love return
When will my love depart
I ride with the wind
Still i can't find any trace of you
Where is my beloved whom i pine in solitude"

Photograph and Memories

Nadia, I wish you could be reading this. I'm sure you remember this cat which stood outside Nydc - so entralled were we by its docility. An irresistable nudge to stroke it. What a rare beauty.

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Oh! The lovely ginger cat at Holland V. It's just so pretty!

Friday, August 19, 2005

Life's Little Ironies.

The irony.
Why surface the false alarm, and then discovered too late.
Why continue on when it's too heavy.
Supposedly a good news, why dread letting go now.
Why fall in love, only to step out next.

Monday, July 18, 2005

LPC 2004 gallery. It's been more than a year until i realised i never did put up these photos. Generations after generations.. new leaders rise up as the ones before us had been faithful in taking that step of faith, so it passes on...