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Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 7:47 PM
`THE DAY OF THE LORD
THE DAY OF THE LORD
A Prophet The Lord
Has sent.
No time left
To awaken or repent.
The arrogant evil doers
Will be stubble…
Burn like a furnace
turned to rubble.
The prideful, the sinful
we’ll defeat…
ashes
under the soles of our feet!
No root or branch
will be left,
only those who obeyed
shall be kept.
The sun of righteousness will rise,
with healing in its wings…
freed like calves from their stalls,
evermore to worship The King!
Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6 Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 30, 2010 @ 10:54 AM
`LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND
LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND I was sitting alone on the aeroplane
When the air steward began to speak.
I’d heard it before, about overhead lockers,
And the life jacket under the seat.
How to put it on and do up the straps.
Inflate it when outside the craft.
The whistle to blow, the light that would come on.
The doors that were fore and aft.
But then she said something that made me sit up,
It struck me as though the first time -
These words had been spoken, yet I am sure
I had oft heard this single line.
She spoke of us leaving the aircraft in haste
And she no doubt meant to be kind
But the words that she spoke were simply this...
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
“Leave all your belongings behind”, she said
For me that meant nothing at all.
I had no luggage with me you see.
Yet for others it would be a hard call.
There were some with computers, and briefcases full –
Of thins so hard to replace.
Others with weeks of clothing onboard
To lose them would be a disgrace.
“Leave all your belongings behind”
Is something we may never have done.
Yet a lot of our lives are spent, you’ll agree,
Just thinking of number one.
Accumulating things that hold value for us,
Fulfilling a want or desire.
We have often mentioned what we would grab
If our house should ever catch fire.
Because just as the air steward put it,
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
That’s how it will be at life’s ending,
You may think it a little unkind.
Yet the Bible so clearly puts it,
“Lay not up your treasures on earth”.
For when we face our Maker
None of this has any worth
But lay up treasure in Heaven
Where no rust can corrupt, or thief steal
Don’t hanker for things that have little value,
Spend time on things that are real.
We can get so hooked on the here and now,
Then give no heed to the there and then.
Yet there’s coming a day for everyone here
A time that is nearer than when –
We first got up this morning
Much nearer than we like to admit,
When we have to face the Saviour
And explain what we did with our bit.
Let us hold on to the world much lighter,
Its attractions lay to one side.
We need to live closer to Jesus.
In Him we need to abide.
“Leave all your belongings behind” is the call.
It will happen to us, ready or not.
Let’s strive for the crown that awaits us,
And not dwell on the things that just rot. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 24, 2010 @ 5:11 PM
`JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
A question slipped into my mind,
They often do these days,
Of all the people in our church
Who walk in different ways,
We’ve young and old, thin, fat and tall,
They vary quite a bit,
But generally are all the same,
No matter where they sit,
Respectable and dignified,
Middle class, well spoken too,
We all have cars, and lovely homes,
And rather well to do.
Life for most is comfortable,
With food and drink a-plenty,
We never know of what it’s like
To sleep outside, cold – empty!
We don’t look out of prison
With windows barred and bleak,
Where liberty is taken from us
With a visit once a week.
No urge to steal for drugs or drink
To get us through the day,
No selling of our bodies
Not with strangers do we lay.
So I got to think
if Jesus had a church
Who would He have in it?
For which people would He search?
Because as I look at Scripture,
And see the folk He found,
They were not the sort of people
We would like around.
Isolated lepers,
With sores that smelt and wept,
Tax fiddlers, enemy soldiers,
Were the company He kept,
Rough and rugged fishermen,
Women of the night,
These were the sort of people,
We see His heart delight.
So when I ask the question
Who would be in Jesus’ church?
The answer that returns to me
Makes my own heart lurch.
For it would not necessarily be
The people here today,
But the ones the world has
Turned its back on,
Are the ones who stay away.
The reason that they stay away,
Is often plain to see,
They simply don’t feel good enough,
To mix with the likes of me.
There’s a feeling of unworthiness
That can keep them from this place,
Their shame and degradation,
Isolation and disgrace.
Yet Jesus always had the time,
In fact He sought them out,
Never did He turn away
Never did He doubt
That in the schemes of glory
There would be a place
For the dirty, down and out,
He made for them a space.
So as we go to church each week,
And fill the same old seat,
If we see a stranger,
Let’s stand and go to greet
Those people Jesus sends us,
Let’s make them feel at home,
It was always His intention
This should be their home. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Thursday, January 21, 2010 @ 7:01 PM
`More Than Ever
More Than Ever
In today’s chaotic world,
With everything around us crumbling,
Morality held in contempt,
Our leaders false, corrupt, or bumbling,More than ever, we need Christ
To lead us through this darkening place;
His absolute truth will light our way;
He’ll lift us with His love and grace.The Bible is our cornerstone;
In God’s word, we take our stands;
Role models we will strive to be,
Examples of our Lord’s commands.Dear Lord Jesus, strengthen us
To complete the tasks you’d have us do;
We pray you’ll lead us, guide us now
To know and love and follow you.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 17, 2010 @ 1:36 PM
`Thank You, Sunday School Teacher
Thank You, Sunday School Teacher
Thank you Sunday school teacher
For opening my eyes
To the Bible and to Jesus,
Life’s most precious prize.Thank you special teacher
For opening my mind
To God and the Holy Spirit,
And for answers you help me find.Thank you Sunday school teacher
For opening my heart
To eternal life through salvation,
The precious lessons you impart.Thank you, cherished teacher,
For giving me advice
So that I can know the Lord
And be with Him in paradise.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 1:32 PM
`Kiss The Rain lyric
KISS THE RAIN
- touching song (:
-hope you like it :D
I often close my eyes
And I can see you smile
You reach out for my hand
And I'm woken from my dream
Although your heart is mine
It's hollow inside
I never had your love
And I never will
And every night
I lie awake
Thinking maybe you love me
Like I've always loved you
But how can you love me
Like I loved you when
You can't even look me straight in my eyes
I've never felt this way
To be so in love
To have someone there
Yet feel so alone
Aren't you supposed to be
The one to wipe my tears
The on to say that you would never leave
The waters calm and still
My reflection is there
I see you holding me
But then you disappear
All that is left of you
Is a memory
On that only, exists in my dreams
And every night
I lie awake
Thinking maybe you love me
Like I've always loved you
But how can you love me
Like I loved you when
You can't even look me straight in my eyes
I don't know what hurts you
But I can feel it too
And it just hurts so much
To know that I can't do a thing
And deep down in my heart
Somehow I just know
That no matter what
I'll always love you
I often close my eyes
And I can see you smile
You reach out for my hand
And I'm woken from my dream
Although your heart is mine
It's hollow inside
I never had your love
And I never will Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Friday, January 15, 2010 @ 9:33 PM
`Come To Jesus
Come To Jesus
Isn’t there more to life?
Is this all there is?Imprisoned by our need for control,
trapped by insatiable desires
for worldly pleasures,
we are oppressed by our desperate hunger
for approval and love
from everyone
except the One who loves us most.Straining, fighting to release
a familiar yet unknown burden,
we struggle to flee the tension, the stress
from the inner knowing
that our lives are incomplete
without Him who created us.Parched, thirsting for more, more, more
of something we can’t even define,
racing in the wrong direction,
we search everywhere
except the one place
where what we really want
can actually be found.Turn around.
Come to Jesus.
He is hope;
He is joy;
He is freedom,
direction, and purpose.Come to Jesus.
Let Him carry your burdens.
Surrender your pain to His love.
Turn from darkness to the Son,
to the beacon Who will always light your way.Come to Jesus.
He is waiting...
waiting to lead you home.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 9:32 PM
`More Like Jesus
More Like Jesus
Let us be more like Jesus
In everything we do;
Let’s live a life of service,
A life that’s fresh and new.Let’s relinquish worldly things,
And not be slaves to fashion;
Let’s fill our hearts with love,
Forgiveness and compassion.Yes, let’s be more like Jesus,
Being always in God’s will,
For if Jesus’ light shines through us,
Our earthly purpose we’ll fulfill.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Wednesday, January 13, 2010 @ 7:24 PM
`More Like Jesus
More Like Jesus
Let us be more like Jesus
In everything we do;
Let’s live a life of service,
A life that’s fresh and new.Let’s relinquish worldly things,
And not be slaves to fashion;
Let’s fill our hearts with love,
Forgiveness and compassion.Yes, let’s be more like Jesus,
Being always in God’s will,
For if Jesus’ light shines through us,
Our earthly purpose we’ll fulfill.
AIMING!!!
Aiming ALL subjects 70% and above
must really study super hard le
i want to prove to wei keat, teachers and parents
not only them but everyone.
i can do it!!!
i want to have a better life next time
so no matter what i will do it.
is quite hard for me
but i'm willing to try
so god pls give me more strength
whenever i am studying...
nothing is impossible
if i'm willing to word hard
god will also help me right?
And god will not give you something
which you can't do or handle it?
he trust that i can do it
so i MUST work hard.
thanks wei keat for setting a target
for all my subject
thanks my friends, my shepherd and mr koh
for cheering me up
and not to give up myself.
i understand your kindness
i will do well :D
everyone is helping me
so hope i won't let you disappointed.
JIAYOU!
Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Tuesday, January 12, 2010 @ 7:01 PM
`Hope from Hopelessness
Hope from
Hopelessness
It is from within my God that able-ness to overcome; any grief or trying time, that makes this life so sublime. The woefulness in hopelessness, that one might in bondage be. Can strangle the happiness the victory for light to see. Gloom of darkness in the soul, a lie of one who would destroy. He seeks your soul to control, lies persuade your fear employ. Darkness thick all hopelessness, why is life worth living? The pain so great in lifelessness, what’s the use to go on living? There can be victory, greater gain, a Love to fill that soul within. Turn to Christ who felt your pain, who died for you to cleanse from sin. Jesus Christ the Lamb sacrificed, whipped and stripped, carried cross. From broken heart he cried for you; To cross the void, He will carry you through. I have been there so I do know, I feel the wretchedness inside. I’ve been given from God the Hope, to know there’s more of Life inside. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 10, 2010 @ 6:05 PM
`Nothing We Can’t Handle
Nothing We Can’t Handle
No matter what distressing times I face,
When rain and storms replace the sunny weather,
When things I counted on fail to sustain me,
There’s nothing we can’t handle, Lord, together.If those I thought were friends act more like foes,
If I start to lose the things I hold most dear,
I know that I can tell it all to You;
You want to listen to me and to hear.When my earthly world dissolves before my eyes,
When problems seem too great for me to bear,
You’ll always be there for me, Lord, I know;
I can come to you on bended knees in prayer.It’s such a comfort, Lord, to realize,
You’ll always be my King, my Lord, my Friend;
To share my burdens, worries, and my cares,
You’ll love me and support me to the end.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 6:01 PM
`Because you are my friend
Because you are my friend
Because you are my friend,
my life is enriched in a myriad of ways.
Like a cool breeze on a sweltering day,
like a ray of sunshine parting glowering clouds,
you lift me up.
In good times, we soar,
like weightless balloons
over neon rainbows.
In bad times, you are soothing balm
for my pummeled soul.
I learn so much from you;
you help me see old things in new ways.
I wonder if you are aware
of the bright seeds you are sowing in me.
I'm a better person for knowing you,
so that everyone I interact with
is touched by your good effect on me.
You relax me, refresh me, renew me.
Your bounteous heart envelops me
in joy and love and peace.
May your life be filled
with dazzling blessings,
just as I am blessed
by being your friend.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 9, 2010 @ 5:20 PM
`God of the Open Air
God of the Open Air Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair
With flowers beneath, above with starry lights,
And set thine altars everywhere,--
On mountain heights,
In woodlands dim with many a dream,
In valleys bright with springs,
And on the curving capes of every stream:
Thou who hast taken to thyself the wings
Of morning, to abide
Upon the secret places of the sea,
And on far islands, where the tide
Visits the beauty of untrodden shores,
Waiting for worshipers to come to thee
In thy great out-of-doors!
To thee I turn, to thee I make my prayer,
God of the open air.
Seeking for thee, the heart of man
Lonely and longing ran,
In that first, solitary hour,
When the mysterious power
To know and love the wonder of the morn
Was breathed within him, and his soul was born;
And thou didst meet thy child,
Not in some hidden shrine,
But in the freedom of the garden wild,
And take his hand in thine,--
There all day long in Paradise he walked,
And in the cool of evening with thee talked.
Lost, long ago, that garden bright and pure,
Lost, that calm day too perfect to endure,
And lost the childlike love that worshiped and was sure!
For men have dulled their eyes with sin,
And dimmed the light of heaven with doubt,
And built their temple walls to shut thee in,
And framed their iron creeds to shut thee out.
But not for thee the closing of the door,
O Spirit unconfined!
Thy ways are free
As is the wandering wind,
And thou hast wooed thy children, to restore
Their fellowship with thee,
In peace of soul and simpleness of mind.
Joyful the heart that, when the flood rolled by,
Leaped up to see the rainbow in the sky;
And glad the pilgrim, in the lonely night,
For whom the hills of Harlan, tier on tier,
Built up a secret stairway to the height
Where stars like angel eyes were shining clear.
From mountain-peaks, in many a land and age,
Disciples of the Persian seer
Have hailed the rising sun and worshiped thee;
And way-worn followers of the Indian sage
Have found the peace of God beneath a spreading tree.
But One, but One,--ah, child most dear,
And perfect image of the Love Unseen,--
Walked every day in pastures green,
And all his life the quiet waters by,
Reading their beauty with a tranquil eye.
To him the desert was a place prepared
For weary hearts to rest;
The hillside was a temple blest;
The grassy vale a banquet-room
Where he could feed and comfort many a guest.
With him the lily shared
The vital joy that breathes itself in bloom;
And every bird that sang beside the nest
Told of the love that broods o'er every living thing.
He watched the shepherd bring
His flock at sundown to the welcome fold,
The fisherman at daybreak fling
His net across the waters gray and cold,
And all day long the patient reaper swing
His curving sickle through the harvest-gold.
So through the world the foot-path way he trod,
Drawing the air of heaven in every breath;
And in the evening sacrifice of death
Beneath the open sky he gave his soul to God.
Him will I trust, and for my Master take;
Him will I follow; and for his dear sake,
God of the open air,
To thee I make my prayer.
>From the prison of anxious thought that greed has buildup,
>From the fetters that envy has wrought and pride has gilded,
>From the noise of the crowded ways and the fierce confusion,
>From the folly that wastes its days in a world of illusion,
(Ah, but the life is lost that frets and languishes there!)
I would escape and be free in the joy of the open air.
By the breadth of the blue that shines in silence o'er me,
By the length of the mountain-lines that stretch before me,
By the height of the cloud that sails, with rest in motion,
Over the plains and the vales to the measureless ocean,
(Oh, how the sight of the things that are great enlarges the eyes!)
Lead me out of the narrow life, to the peace of the hills
and the skies.
While the tremulous leafy haze on the woodland is spreading,
And the bloom on the meadow betrays where May has been treading;
While the birds on the branches above, and the brooks flowing under,
Are singing together of love in a world full of wonder,
(Lo, in the marvel of Springtime, dreams are changed into truth!)
Quicken my heart, and restore the beautiful hopes of youth.
By the faith that the flowers show when they bloom unbidden,
By the calm of the river's flow to a goal that is hidden,
By the trust of the tree that clings to its deep foundation,
By the courage of wild birds' wings on the long migration,
(Wonderful secret of peace that abides in Nature's breast!)
Teach me how to confide, and live my life, and rest.
For the comforting warmth of the sun that my body embraces,
For the cool of the waters that run through the shadowy places,
For the balm of the breezes that brush my face with their fingers,
For the vesper-hymn of the thrush when the twilight lingers,
For the long breath, the deep breath, the breath
of a heart without care,--
I will give thanks and adore thee, God of the open air!
These are the gifts I ask
Of thee, Spirit serene:
Strength for the daily task,
Courage to face the road,
Good cheer to help me bear the traveler's load,
And, for the hours of rest that come between,
An inward joy in all things heard and seen.
These are the sins I fain
Would have thee take away:
Malice, and cold disdain,
Hot anger, sullen hate,
Scorn of the lowly, envy of the great,
And discontent that casts a shadow gray
On all the brightness of the common day.
These are the things I prize
And hold of dearest worth:
Light of the sapphire skies,
Peace of the silent hills,
Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass,
Music of birds, murmur of little rills,
Shadow of clouds that swiftly pass,
And, after showers,
The smell of flowers
And of the good brown earth,--
And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
So let me keep
These treasures of the humble heart
In true possession, owning them by love;
And when at last I can no longer move
Among them freely, but must part
From the green fields and from the waters clear,
Let me not creep
Into some darkened room and hide
From all that makes the world so bright and dear;
But throw the windows wide
To welcome in the light;
And while I clasp a well-beloved hand,
Let me once more have sight
Of the deep sky and the far-smiling land,--
Then gently fall on sleep,
And breathe my body back to Nature's care,
My spirit out to thee, God of the open air. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Friday, January 8, 2010 @ 8:35 PM
`I’m Trying, But…
I’m Trying, But…
I’m trying, but…
what I want to do,
I don’t do enough of,
and what I don’t want to do,
I do too much of.
I know the rules for a Christian life,
according to the Bible,
and I’m trying; I really am, but…
heaven and eternity seem so far away,
and the rampantly materialistic world
presses in so close
from every direction, every side,
that I get distracted.
Focus, focus, focus!
I need to focus, laser-like
on a simple, God-centered life.
Do I really need
to make that frivolous purchase,
instead of giving the money
to someone who needs it
so much more than I do?
Can I watch that TV show,
read that book, listen to that song
that contains (and promotes!)
even a little bit
of what the Bible forbids,
without being corrupted?
Do I do enough
to love and help and encourage others?
Pride always hovers,
eagerly waiting
to subdue and conquer humility,
so I think too much of myself.
I know the rules;
the Bible makes everything clear.
Forgive me, Lord;
I’m trying, but…
Romans 7:15Matthew 6:19
Matthew 22:39
Philippians 4:8Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 8:34 PM
`The Lord Will Lead You
The Lord Will Lead You Now that you're celebrating
Your graduation day,
Your whole life is ahead of you,
And the Lord will lead the way.Just trust in Him to guide you
In His divine and perfect will.
If you'll pray and read His Holy Word,
His plan you will fulfill.Whatever happens in your life,
On the Lord you can depend.
There's nothing you can't handle
With Jesus as your best friend.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Wednesday, January 6, 2010 @ 6:30 PM
`Like You
Like You
Lord help me to be in Your holy will;
Tell me what to do today;
Lead me in Your righteousness;
Make me more like You, I pray.Guard me against this corrupting world,
Its perverted priorities, temptations, too.
Direct my mind toward Your commands,
So I can focus my life on You.Fill my heart with Your light and love,
So I can assist those I see in need;
With You as my role model, let me be
Like You in thought and word and deed.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 6:28 PM
`A Perfect Christian
A Perfect Christian
You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.She’d lift up everyone,
Full of sweet compassion,
Free of worldly wants,
Ignoring worldly fashion.But we can’t ever be perfect,
So we always need to pray
For the strength to do our best
To love God and obey.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Monday, January 4, 2010 @ 6:33 PM
`We Need You, Lord
We Need You, Lord
We need you, Lord.
Like lost wanderers in a burning, empty desert
thirst for cool, clean water,
we long for you to quench us.
In a world gone progressively mad,
with chaos all around us,
we seek refuge in the order and purpose of your law.
With evil sneaking, leaking everywhere,
spreading heavy darkness,
creating feelings of emptiness,
we hunger for your goodness and light.
Turn us around, Lord, we pray;
retrieve your sheep who have gone astray.
Draw us to the satisfaction
of your purity and righteousness.
Cleanse us, and make us more like you,
role models, examples, beacons,
for others who are searching for meaning for their lives.
Come, Lord Jesus.
We need you, Lord.Matthew 5:16
Proverbs 4:18Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 3, 2010 @ 12:44 PM
`Save Me
Save MeSave me from myself, Lord;
Save me from my need
To always run my life, Lord,
To control my every deed.Save me from my pride, Lord,
My focus on just me;
Help me learn to serve, Lord;
Show me how to be.Save me from the world, Lord,
When tempting things entice;
Remind me of eternity
With You, in paradise.I give my life to you, Lord
My every need you fill;
I’m resting in my faith, Lord;
You saved me, and you always will.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 12:30 PM
`tmr school start
TOMORROW SCHOOL START!
A BRAND NEW YEAR TO SCHOOL
HAVE YOU DONE YOUR HOMEWORK?!
HMMM... YEAH~
ARE YOU PREPARED FOR SCH?
THINK SO....
HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS?
I'M GOING TO BE UPPER SEC
IN ABOUT 19HRS LATER
SEE YA MY DEAR FRIENDS
ALL THE BEST TO ALL MY FELLOW CLASSMATES
MUST STUDY HARD LE
DUN PLAY PLAY LE...
HAHA~!
WONDERING WHO'S MY FORM TEACHER
LOOKING FORWARD :DDD
Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 2, 2010 @ 5:39 PM
`Help Me Forgive
Help Me Forgive
When rage and fury overwhelm my heart,
It’s time to look to God’s own Holy Word.
I search the Bible for His good advice;
My will to His commands must be deferred.In Romans God reveals His love for me;
In all things God works only for my good;
He gives me blessings I can’t understand;
I’d be peaceful if I’d do the things I should.Jesus forgave so much; why then can’t I?
I want to mold my life after His own.
I pray, I try, but my sinful nature wins;
Lord, help me, I can’t do this thing alone.In Colossians, I read about the peace of Christ;
Oh, how I long to feel it in my heart.
All I have to do is to forgive,
But Lord, it seems I don’t know where to start.I need to walk a mile in the other’s shoes;
They’re doing what they think they have to do.
I know some problems are blessings in disguise,
But Lord, sometimes I feel so doggone blue.Ephesians says "forgive as the Lord forgave you;
Get rid of anger and every form of malice."
I’d love to just let go and release it all,
But upon my heart is a wound that’s become a callus.I’ll keep praying, trying, Lord, no matter what;
I’m determined to let go and relinquish blame;
Some day, I’ll say, and be truly sincere:
"I forgive it all in Jesus’ precious name."(Romans 8:28, Colossians 3:13, Ephesians 4:31)Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Friday, January 1, 2010 @ 1:17 PM
`Just Like Me
Just Like Me
Dear Lord, forgive our yielding to temptation;
Forgive our pride, our love of worldly things.
Have mercy on our love of sensual pleasure,
Compassion on the sins that self love brings.It must be hard to understand us sometimes;
So very different is your heart and mind.
But wait, I just remembered that you do know
What it’s like to be a part of humankind.You suffered just like we do, and you were tempted.
You lived with us so you could comprehend
The things that we go through each trying day,
So you could give us mercy, and be our friend.Thank you for compassion and forgiveness;
Thank you for your love and empathy.
Thank you, Lord, for coming down from heaven
To experience life’s trials, just like me.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 1:15 PM
`To Do List From God
To Do List From God
I ran my life in search of worldly things;
My time and will were firmly in control.
I thought I had no need for what God brings;
I gave no heed to murmurs from my soul.“You’re planning, doing all the time,” it said,
“But something else is missing deep inside.
Your mind is whirling, but your heart is dead,
So turn to God and let go of your pride.”I did, and God said, “Here’s My plan for you:
Give your life to Me, and just let go.
Have faith and pray, and read the Bible through,
And you’ll have blessings more than you can know.”So simple, yet it brings me perfect peace,
Living life for God the way I should.
Direction, purpose, fullness and release—
Life with God is very, very good.
To Do List From God, focuses on how much better and more peaceful life is when we move away from worldly things and closer to Jesus. Christians who remember what their lives were like before being saved can relate to how this Christian poems reveals how the stresses of the world and our need to plan and control things can make life difficult. When we turn it all over to God, life becomes so much more peaceful and satisfying.
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@ 1:14 PM
`You’re Always There for Me
You’re Always There for Me
When the world comes crashing in
And chaos rules my mind,
I turn my heart to you, Lord,
And pure, sweet peace I find. You lift me out of trouble
You comfort me in pain;
You nourish, heal and cleanse me,
Like cool, refreshing rain.In times of joy and bliss,
When things are going right,
You lift me even higher,
And fill me with delight.You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
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Sunday, January 31, 2010 @ 7:47 PM
`THE DAY OF THE LORD
THE DAY OF THE LORD
A Prophet The Lord
Has sent.
No time left
To awaken or repent.
The arrogant evil doers
Will be stubble…
Burn like a furnace
turned to rubble.
The prideful, the sinful
we’ll defeat…
ashes
under the soles of our feet!
No root or branch
will be left,
only those who obeyed
shall be kept.
The sun of righteousness will rise,
with healing in its wings…
freed like calves from their stalls,
evermore to worship The King!
Inspired by The Book of Malachi 4:1-6 Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 30, 2010 @ 10:54 AM
`LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND
LEAVE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS BEHIND I was sitting alone on the aeroplane
When the air steward began to speak.
I’d heard it before, about overhead lockers,
And the life jacket under the seat.
How to put it on and do up the straps.
Inflate it when outside the craft.
The whistle to blow, the light that would come on.
The doors that were fore and aft.
But then she said something that made me sit up,
It struck me as though the first time -
These words had been spoken, yet I am sure
I had oft heard this single line.
She spoke of us leaving the aircraft in haste
And she no doubt meant to be kind
But the words that she spoke were simply this...
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
“Leave all your belongings behind”, she said
For me that meant nothing at all.
I had no luggage with me you see.
Yet for others it would be a hard call.
There were some with computers, and briefcases full –
Of thins so hard to replace.
Others with weeks of clothing onboard
To lose them would be a disgrace.
“Leave all your belongings behind”
Is something we may never have done.
Yet a lot of our lives are spent, you’ll agree,
Just thinking of number one.
Accumulating things that hold value for us,
Fulfilling a want or desire.
We have often mentioned what we would grab
If our house should ever catch fire.
Because just as the air steward put it,
“Leave all your belongings behind”.
That’s how it will be at life’s ending,
You may think it a little unkind.
Yet the Bible so clearly puts it,
“Lay not up your treasures on earth”.
For when we face our Maker
None of this has any worth
But lay up treasure in Heaven
Where no rust can corrupt, or thief steal
Don’t hanker for things that have little value,
Spend time on things that are real.
We can get so hooked on the here and now,
Then give no heed to the there and then.
Yet there’s coming a day for everyone here
A time that is nearer than when –
We first got up this morning
Much nearer than we like to admit,
When we have to face the Saviour
And explain what we did with our bit.
Let us hold on to the world much lighter,
Its attractions lay to one side.
We need to live closer to Jesus.
In Him we need to abide.
“Leave all your belongings behind” is the call.
It will happen to us, ready or not.
Let’s strive for the crown that awaits us,
And not dwell on the things that just rot. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 24, 2010 @ 5:11 PM
`JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
JUST WHO WOULD BE IN JESUS' CHURCH?
A question slipped into my mind,
They often do these days,
Of all the people in our church
Who walk in different ways,
We’ve young and old, thin, fat and tall,
They vary quite a bit,
But generally are all the same,
No matter where they sit,
Respectable and dignified,
Middle class, well spoken too,
We all have cars, and lovely homes,
And rather well to do.
Life for most is comfortable,
With food and drink a-plenty,
We never know of what it’s like
To sleep outside, cold – empty!
We don’t look out of prison
With windows barred and bleak,
Where liberty is taken from us
With a visit once a week.
No urge to steal for drugs or drink
To get us through the day,
No selling of our bodies
Not with strangers do we lay.
So I got to think
if Jesus had a church
Who would He have in it?
For which people would He search?
Because as I look at Scripture,
And see the folk He found,
They were not the sort of people
We would like around.
Isolated lepers,
With sores that smelt and wept,
Tax fiddlers, enemy soldiers,
Were the company He kept,
Rough and rugged fishermen,
Women of the night,
These were the sort of people,
We see His heart delight.
So when I ask the question
Who would be in Jesus’ church?
The answer that returns to me
Makes my own heart lurch.
For it would not necessarily be
The people here today,
But the ones the world has
Turned its back on,
Are the ones who stay away.
The reason that they stay away,
Is often plain to see,
They simply don’t feel good enough,
To mix with the likes of me.
There’s a feeling of unworthiness
That can keep them from this place,
Their shame and degradation,
Isolation and disgrace.
Yet Jesus always had the time,
In fact He sought them out,
Never did He turn away
Never did He doubt
That in the schemes of glory
There would be a place
For the dirty, down and out,
He made for them a space.
So as we go to church each week,
And fill the same old seat,
If we see a stranger,
Let’s stand and go to greet
Those people Jesus sends us,
Let’s make them feel at home,
It was always His intention
This should be their home. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Thursday, January 21, 2010 @ 7:01 PM
`More Than Ever
More Than Ever
In today’s chaotic world,
With everything around us crumbling,
Morality held in contempt,
Our leaders false, corrupt, or bumbling,More than ever, we need Christ
To lead us through this darkening place;
His absolute truth will light our way;
He’ll lift us with His love and grace.The Bible is our cornerstone;
In God’s word, we take our stands;
Role models we will strive to be,
Examples of our Lord’s commands.Dear Lord Jesus, strengthen us
To complete the tasks you’d have us do;
We pray you’ll lead us, guide us now
To know and love and follow you.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 17, 2010 @ 1:36 PM
`Thank You, Sunday School Teacher
Thank You, Sunday School Teacher
Thank you Sunday school teacher
For opening my eyes
To the Bible and to Jesus,
Life’s most precious prize.Thank you special teacher
For opening my mind
To God and the Holy Spirit,
And for answers you help me find.Thank you Sunday school teacher
For opening my heart
To eternal life through salvation,
The precious lessons you impart.Thank you, cherished teacher,
For giving me advice
So that I can know the Lord
And be with Him in paradise.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 1:32 PM
`Kiss The Rain lyric
KISS THE RAIN
- touching song (:
-hope you like it :D
I often close my eyes
And I can see you smile
You reach out for my hand
And I'm woken from my dream
Although your heart is mine
It's hollow inside
I never had your love
And I never will
And every night
I lie awake
Thinking maybe you love me
Like I've always loved you
But how can you love me
Like I loved you when
You can't even look me straight in my eyes
I've never felt this way
To be so in love
To have someone there
Yet feel so alone
Aren't you supposed to be
The one to wipe my tears
The on to say that you would never leave
The waters calm and still
My reflection is there
I see you holding me
But then you disappear
All that is left of you
Is a memory
On that only, exists in my dreams
And every night
I lie awake
Thinking maybe you love me
Like I've always loved you
But how can you love me
Like I loved you when
You can't even look me straight in my eyes
I don't know what hurts you
But I can feel it too
And it just hurts so much
To know that I can't do a thing
And deep down in my heart
Somehow I just know
That no matter what
I'll always love you
I often close my eyes
And I can see you smile
You reach out for my hand
And I'm woken from my dream
Although your heart is mine
It's hollow inside
I never had your love
And I never will Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Friday, January 15, 2010 @ 9:33 PM
`Come To Jesus
Come To Jesus
Isn’t there more to life?
Is this all there is?Imprisoned by our need for control,
trapped by insatiable desires
for worldly pleasures,
we are oppressed by our desperate hunger
for approval and love
from everyone
except the One who loves us most.Straining, fighting to release
a familiar yet unknown burden,
we struggle to flee the tension, the stress
from the inner knowing
that our lives are incomplete
without Him who created us.Parched, thirsting for more, more, more
of something we can’t even define,
racing in the wrong direction,
we search everywhere
except the one place
where what we really want
can actually be found.Turn around.
Come to Jesus.
He is hope;
He is joy;
He is freedom,
direction, and purpose.Come to Jesus.
Let Him carry your burdens.
Surrender your pain to His love.
Turn from darkness to the Son,
to the beacon Who will always light your way.Come to Jesus.
He is waiting...
waiting to lead you home.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 9:32 PM
`More Like Jesus
More Like Jesus
Let us be more like Jesus
In everything we do;
Let’s live a life of service,
A life that’s fresh and new.Let’s relinquish worldly things,
And not be slaves to fashion;
Let’s fill our hearts with love,
Forgiveness and compassion.Yes, let’s be more like Jesus,
Being always in God’s will,
For if Jesus’ light shines through us,
Our earthly purpose we’ll fulfill.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Wednesday, January 13, 2010 @ 7:24 PM
`More Like Jesus
More Like Jesus
Let us be more like Jesus
In everything we do;
Let’s live a life of service,
A life that’s fresh and new.Let’s relinquish worldly things,
And not be slaves to fashion;
Let’s fill our hearts with love,
Forgiveness and compassion.Yes, let’s be more like Jesus,
Being always in God’s will,
For if Jesus’ light shines through us,
Our earthly purpose we’ll fulfill.
AIMING!!!
Aiming ALL subjects 70% and above
must really study super hard le
i want to prove to wei keat, teachers and parents
not only them but everyone.
i can do it!!!
i want to have a better life next time
so no matter what i will do it.
is quite hard for me
but i'm willing to try
so god pls give me more strength
whenever i am studying...
nothing is impossible
if i'm willing to word hard
god will also help me right?
And god will not give you something
which you can't do or handle it?
he trust that i can do it
so i MUST work hard.
thanks wei keat for setting a target
for all my subject
thanks my friends, my shepherd and mr koh
for cheering me up
and not to give up myself.
i understand your kindness
i will do well :D
everyone is helping me
so hope i won't let you disappointed.
JIAYOU!
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010 @ 7:01 PM
`Hope from Hopelessness
Hope from
Hopelessness
It is from within my God that able-ness to overcome; any grief or trying time, that makes this life so sublime. The woefulness in hopelessness, that one might in bondage be. Can strangle the happiness the victory for light to see. Gloom of darkness in the soul, a lie of one who would destroy. He seeks your soul to control, lies persuade your fear employ. Darkness thick all hopelessness, why is life worth living? The pain so great in lifelessness, what’s the use to go on living? There can be victory, greater gain, a Love to fill that soul within. Turn to Christ who felt your pain, who died for you to cleanse from sin. Jesus Christ the Lamb sacrificed, whipped and stripped, carried cross. From broken heart he cried for you; To cross the void, He will carry you through. I have been there so I do know, I feel the wretchedness inside. I’ve been given from God the Hope, to know there’s more of Life inside. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 10, 2010 @ 6:05 PM
`Nothing We Can’t Handle
Nothing We Can’t Handle
No matter what distressing times I face,
When rain and storms replace the sunny weather,
When things I counted on fail to sustain me,
There’s nothing we can’t handle, Lord, together.If those I thought were friends act more like foes,
If I start to lose the things I hold most dear,
I know that I can tell it all to You;
You want to listen to me and to hear.When my earthly world dissolves before my eyes,
When problems seem too great for me to bear,
You’ll always be there for me, Lord, I know;
I can come to you on bended knees in prayer.It’s such a comfort, Lord, to realize,
You’ll always be my King, my Lord, my Friend;
To share my burdens, worries, and my cares,
You’ll love me and support me to the end.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 6:01 PM
`Because you are my friend
Because you are my friend
Because you are my friend,
my life is enriched in a myriad of ways.
Like a cool breeze on a sweltering day,
like a ray of sunshine parting glowering clouds,
you lift me up.
In good times, we soar,
like weightless balloons
over neon rainbows.
In bad times, you are soothing balm
for my pummeled soul.
I learn so much from you;
you help me see old things in new ways.
I wonder if you are aware
of the bright seeds you are sowing in me.
I'm a better person for knowing you,
so that everyone I interact with
is touched by your good effect on me.
You relax me, refresh me, renew me.
Your bounteous heart envelops me
in joy and love and peace.
May your life be filled
with dazzling blessings,
just as I am blessed
by being your friend.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Saturday, January 9, 2010 @ 5:20 PM
`God of the Open Air
God of the Open Air Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair
With flowers beneath, above with starry lights,
And set thine altars everywhere,--
On mountain heights,
In woodlands dim with many a dream,
In valleys bright with springs,
And on the curving capes of every stream:
Thou who hast taken to thyself the wings
Of morning, to abide
Upon the secret places of the sea,
And on far islands, where the tide
Visits the beauty of untrodden shores,
Waiting for worshipers to come to thee
In thy great out-of-doors!
To thee I turn, to thee I make my prayer,
God of the open air.
Seeking for thee, the heart of man
Lonely and longing ran,
In that first, solitary hour,
When the mysterious power
To know and love the wonder of the morn
Was breathed within him, and his soul was born;
And thou didst meet thy child,
Not in some hidden shrine,
But in the freedom of the garden wild,
And take his hand in thine,--
There all day long in Paradise he walked,
And in the cool of evening with thee talked.
Lost, long ago, that garden bright and pure,
Lost, that calm day too perfect to endure,
And lost the childlike love that worshiped and was sure!
For men have dulled their eyes with sin,
And dimmed the light of heaven with doubt,
And built their temple walls to shut thee in,
And framed their iron creeds to shut thee out.
But not for thee the closing of the door,
O Spirit unconfined!
Thy ways are free
As is the wandering wind,
And thou hast wooed thy children, to restore
Their fellowship with thee,
In peace of soul and simpleness of mind.
Joyful the heart that, when the flood rolled by,
Leaped up to see the rainbow in the sky;
And glad the pilgrim, in the lonely night,
For whom the hills of Harlan, tier on tier,
Built up a secret stairway to the height
Where stars like angel eyes were shining clear.
From mountain-peaks, in many a land and age,
Disciples of the Persian seer
Have hailed the rising sun and worshiped thee;
And way-worn followers of the Indian sage
Have found the peace of God beneath a spreading tree.
But One, but One,--ah, child most dear,
And perfect image of the Love Unseen,--
Walked every day in pastures green,
And all his life the quiet waters by,
Reading their beauty with a tranquil eye.
To him the desert was a place prepared
For weary hearts to rest;
The hillside was a temple blest;
The grassy vale a banquet-room
Where he could feed and comfort many a guest.
With him the lily shared
The vital joy that breathes itself in bloom;
And every bird that sang beside the nest
Told of the love that broods o'er every living thing.
He watched the shepherd bring
His flock at sundown to the welcome fold,
The fisherman at daybreak fling
His net across the waters gray and cold,
And all day long the patient reaper swing
His curving sickle through the harvest-gold.
So through the world the foot-path way he trod,
Drawing the air of heaven in every breath;
And in the evening sacrifice of death
Beneath the open sky he gave his soul to God.
Him will I trust, and for my Master take;
Him will I follow; and for his dear sake,
God of the open air,
To thee I make my prayer.
>From the prison of anxious thought that greed has buildup,
>From the fetters that envy has wrought and pride has gilded,
>From the noise of the crowded ways and the fierce confusion,
>From the folly that wastes its days in a world of illusion,
(Ah, but the life is lost that frets and languishes there!)
I would escape and be free in the joy of the open air.
By the breadth of the blue that shines in silence o'er me,
By the length of the mountain-lines that stretch before me,
By the height of the cloud that sails, with rest in motion,
Over the plains and the vales to the measureless ocean,
(Oh, how the sight of the things that are great enlarges the eyes!)
Lead me out of the narrow life, to the peace of the hills
and the skies.
While the tremulous leafy haze on the woodland is spreading,
And the bloom on the meadow betrays where May has been treading;
While the birds on the branches above, and the brooks flowing under,
Are singing together of love in a world full of wonder,
(Lo, in the marvel of Springtime, dreams are changed into truth!)
Quicken my heart, and restore the beautiful hopes of youth.
By the faith that the flowers show when they bloom unbidden,
By the calm of the river's flow to a goal that is hidden,
By the trust of the tree that clings to its deep foundation,
By the courage of wild birds' wings on the long migration,
(Wonderful secret of peace that abides in Nature's breast!)
Teach me how to confide, and live my life, and rest.
For the comforting warmth of the sun that my body embraces,
For the cool of the waters that run through the shadowy places,
For the balm of the breezes that brush my face with their fingers,
For the vesper-hymn of the thrush when the twilight lingers,
For the long breath, the deep breath, the breath
of a heart without care,--
I will give thanks and adore thee, God of the open air!
These are the gifts I ask
Of thee, Spirit serene:
Strength for the daily task,
Courage to face the road,
Good cheer to help me bear the traveler's load,
And, for the hours of rest that come between,
An inward joy in all things heard and seen.
These are the sins I fain
Would have thee take away:
Malice, and cold disdain,
Hot anger, sullen hate,
Scorn of the lowly, envy of the great,
And discontent that casts a shadow gray
On all the brightness of the common day.
These are the things I prize
And hold of dearest worth:
Light of the sapphire skies,
Peace of the silent hills,
Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass,
Music of birds, murmur of little rills,
Shadow of clouds that swiftly pass,
And, after showers,
The smell of flowers
And of the good brown earth,--
And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
So let me keep
These treasures of the humble heart
In true possession, owning them by love;
And when at last I can no longer move
Among them freely, but must part
From the green fields and from the waters clear,
Let me not creep
Into some darkened room and hide
From all that makes the world so bright and dear;
But throw the windows wide
To welcome in the light;
And while I clasp a well-beloved hand,
Let me once more have sight
Of the deep sky and the far-smiling land,--
Then gently fall on sleep,
And breathe my body back to Nature's care,
My spirit out to thee, God of the open air. Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Friday, January 8, 2010 @ 8:35 PM
`I’m Trying, But…
I’m Trying, But…
I’m trying, but…
what I want to do,
I don’t do enough of,
and what I don’t want to do,
I do too much of.
I know the rules for a Christian life,
according to the Bible,
and I’m trying; I really am, but…
heaven and eternity seem so far away,
and the rampantly materialistic world
presses in so close
from every direction, every side,
that I get distracted.
Focus, focus, focus!
I need to focus, laser-like
on a simple, God-centered life.
Do I really need
to make that frivolous purchase,
instead of giving the money
to someone who needs it
so much more than I do?
Can I watch that TV show,
read that book, listen to that song
that contains (and promotes!)
even a little bit
of what the Bible forbids,
without being corrupted?
Do I do enough
to love and help and encourage others?
Pride always hovers,
eagerly waiting
to subdue and conquer humility,
so I think too much of myself.
I know the rules;
the Bible makes everything clear.
Forgive me, Lord;
I’m trying, but…
Romans 7:15Matthew 6:19
Matthew 22:39
Philippians 4:8Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 8:34 PM
`The Lord Will Lead You
The Lord Will Lead You Now that you're celebrating
Your graduation day,
Your whole life is ahead of you,
And the Lord will lead the way.Just trust in Him to guide you
In His divine and perfect will.
If you'll pray and read His Holy Word,
His plan you will fulfill.Whatever happens in your life,
On the Lord you can depend.
There's nothing you can't handle
With Jesus as your best friend.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Wednesday, January 6, 2010 @ 6:30 PM
`Like You
Like You
Lord help me to be in Your holy will;
Tell me what to do today;
Lead me in Your righteousness;
Make me more like You, I pray.Guard me against this corrupting world,
Its perverted priorities, temptations, too.
Direct my mind toward Your commands,
So I can focus my life on You.Fill my heart with Your light and love,
So I can assist those I see in need;
With You as my role model, let me be
Like You in thought and word and deed.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 6:28 PM
`A Perfect Christian
A Perfect Christian
You could count on a perfect Christian
To always be gentle and humble,
To be immune to sin,
And never, ever stumble.He’d study and remember
All of God’s commands;
He’d be trustworthy, moral and honest;
You’d know just where he stands.With others, she’d be in harmony;
She’d never lose her cool;
Forgiving and forgetting,
Following the Golden Rule.He’d surrender his life to God,
Full of joy and peace,
Free of stress and worry…
Perfect, pure release.She’d lift up everyone,
Full of sweet compassion,
Free of worldly wants,
Ignoring worldly fashion.But we can’t ever be perfect,
So we always need to pray
For the strength to do our best
To love God and obey.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Monday, January 4, 2010 @ 6:33 PM
`We Need You, Lord
We Need You, Lord
We need you, Lord.
Like lost wanderers in a burning, empty desert
thirst for cool, clean water,
we long for you to quench us.
In a world gone progressively mad,
with chaos all around us,
we seek refuge in the order and purpose of your law.
With evil sneaking, leaking everywhere,
spreading heavy darkness,
creating feelings of emptiness,
we hunger for your goodness and light.
Turn us around, Lord, we pray;
retrieve your sheep who have gone astray.
Draw us to the satisfaction
of your purity and righteousness.
Cleanse us, and make us more like you,
role models, examples, beacons,
for others who are searching for meaning for their lives.
Come, Lord Jesus.
We need you, Lord.Matthew 5:16
Proverbs 4:18Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Sunday, January 3, 2010 @ 12:44 PM
`Save Me
Save MeSave me from myself, Lord;
Save me from my need
To always run my life, Lord,
To control my every deed.Save me from my pride, Lord,
My focus on just me;
Help me learn to serve, Lord;
Show me how to be.Save me from the world, Lord,
When tempting things entice;
Remind me of eternity
With You, in paradise.I give my life to you, Lord
My every need you fill;
I’m resting in my faith, Lord;
You saved me, and you always will.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 12:30 PM
`tmr school start
TOMORROW SCHOOL START!
A BRAND NEW YEAR TO SCHOOL
HAVE YOU DONE YOUR HOMEWORK?!
HMMM... YEAH~
ARE YOU PREPARED FOR SCH?
THINK SO....
HOW ABOUT YOU GUYS?
I'M GOING TO BE UPPER SEC
IN ABOUT 19HRS LATER
SEE YA MY DEAR FRIENDS
ALL THE BEST TO ALL MY FELLOW CLASSMATES
MUST STUDY HARD LE
DUN PLAY PLAY LE...
HAHA~!
WONDERING WHO'S MY FORM TEACHER
LOOKING FORWARD :DDD
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Saturday, January 2, 2010 @ 5:39 PM
`Help Me Forgive
Help Me Forgive
When rage and fury overwhelm my heart,
It’s time to look to God’s own Holy Word.
I search the Bible for His good advice;
My will to His commands must be deferred.In Romans God reveals His love for me;
In all things God works only for my good;
He gives me blessings I can’t understand;
I’d be peaceful if I’d do the things I should.Jesus forgave so much; why then can’t I?
I want to mold my life after His own.
I pray, I try, but my sinful nature wins;
Lord, help me, I can’t do this thing alone.In Colossians, I read about the peace of Christ;
Oh, how I long to feel it in my heart.
All I have to do is to forgive,
But Lord, it seems I don’t know where to start.I need to walk a mile in the other’s shoes;
They’re doing what they think they have to do.
I know some problems are blessings in disguise,
But Lord, sometimes I feel so doggone blue.Ephesians says "forgive as the Lord forgave you;
Get rid of anger and every form of malice."
I’d love to just let go and release it all,
But upon my heart is a wound that’s become a callus.I’ll keep praying, trying, Lord, no matter what;
I’m determined to let go and relinquish blame;
Some day, I’ll say, and be truly sincere:
"I forgive it all in Jesus’ precious name."(Romans 8:28, Colossians 3:13, Ephesians 4:31)Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
Friday, January 1, 2010 @ 1:17 PM
`Just Like Me
Just Like Me
Dear Lord, forgive our yielding to temptation;
Forgive our pride, our love of worldly things.
Have mercy on our love of sensual pleasure,
Compassion on the sins that self love brings.It must be hard to understand us sometimes;
So very different is your heart and mind.
But wait, I just remembered that you do know
What it’s like to be a part of humankind.You suffered just like we do, and you were tempted.
You lived with us so you could comprehend
The things that we go through each trying day,
So you could give us mercy, and be our friend.Thank you for compassion and forgiveness;
Thank you for your love and empathy.
Thank you, Lord, for coming down from heaven
To experience life’s trials, just like me.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 1:15 PM
`To Do List From God
To Do List From God
I ran my life in search of worldly things;
My time and will were firmly in control.
I thought I had no need for what God brings;
I gave no heed to murmurs from my soul.“You’re planning, doing all the time,” it said,
“But something else is missing deep inside.
Your mind is whirling, but your heart is dead,
So turn to God and let go of your pride.”I did, and God said, “Here’s My plan for you:
Give your life to Me, and just let go.
Have faith and pray, and read the Bible through,
And you’ll have blessings more than you can know.”So simple, yet it brings me perfect peace,
Living life for God the way I should.
Direction, purpose, fullness and release—
Life with God is very, very good.
To Do List From God, focuses on how much better and more peaceful life is when we move away from worldly things and closer to Jesus. Christians who remember what their lives were like before being saved can relate to how this Christian poems reveals how the stresses of the world and our need to plan and control things can make life difficult. When we turn it all over to God, life becomes so much more peaceful and satisfying.
Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
@ 1:14 PM
`You’re Always There for Me
You’re Always There for Me
When the world comes crashing in
And chaos rules my mind,
I turn my heart to you, Lord,
And pure, sweet peace I find. You lift me out of trouble
You comfort me in pain;
You nourish, heal and cleanse me,
Like cool, refreshing rain.In times of joy and bliss,
When things are going right,
You lift me even higher,
And fill me with delight.You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me.Labels: ღ Words Are Meant To Be Promise ღ
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