Lost Passion, Found

I am a Sailboat adrift,
Lost from its mooring,
Direction-less at sea,
The winds are gone,
The sea is calm,
What am I to do?
Hands to my oars,
He drives me on each day,
Till my sights on the farthest shores,
Such joy, for my Savior is with me,
Journeying through the deepest seas.

Busyness

Busyness abound,
Cars and people,
Stopping a while,
But always moving,
Stop signs, signals,
Traffic lights seen,
Red, blue lights,
Should I go left,
Or should I go right,
Following along,
Stopping only,
Just to decide,
Never questioning,
Yet...it's not,
Not the destination,
But the journey,
Take the time,
Enjoy each moment,
All there is to see,
The joys of life,
Never to just let,
Let it pass you by.

Choices

Choices we make,
Hitting a wall,
Climbing fences,
Where do we go?
What do we do?
Choices, such woe,
No map to look,
No guide to ask,
Walking life's road,
Questions remain,
Yet one thing is clear,
A choice to be made,
No matter the fears,
Certainty left behind,
Spirit undaunted,
To God, we look,
Our ever-present comfort.

Changi Airport

An icon before me, tall and proud,
Time passes, as I sat watching,
By the window, staring at clouds,
My heart would not be still,
The sound thumping, so very loud,
What would the future hold?
Words that would not come out,
Yet in Him, am I safe and found.

Victoria Hall

The sights as I walked on,
Hearing the bustle and noise,
On my way to Victoria hall,
Running passed me, boys,
A scene like old-time westerns,
The sunset and calm surety,
As my eyes look to the heavens,
Whispered a prayer as I gave thanks,
For the joy in Christ, my one and only reason.

What do I know

What not do I know,
Nothing, nothing, as I kneel before.
Vanity what does it afford me,
Nothing, as I view life's turbulent seas.

Beneath that rugged tree,
The stains that marred,
I struggle, hands to its bark,
Coarse to the very touch.

What do I know,
Living the very life I hate,
Hating the very one I love,
Loving the very one I long,
Waiting for that very day, written in songs......

In the storm

In this world so vast,
Caught within its strangling grip,
Over the horizon, storms that brew,
Terrible to behold, more than we knew.

It rages on, a wrath so deep,
Angry waves form, toss and throw,
Watery fingers that would not let go,
Nowhere to run, but a depth so cold.

Sinking down to the deepest end,
Helpless in everything that I do,
Eyes closed, in my soul, scared,
Yet right there, Hope had been prepared.

Remembrance (photo by Jasmine Foong)

Gazing out do I remember,
The toddler that I was,
A teenager who defied,
That young man conscribed.

Memories of a time gone,
Picturing what had been,
Where had the time flown,
Made up of people I had known.

Awoken from my reverie,
Knowing not where it leads,
Living a life not my own,
Saved by Grace, never alone.

He is always with us

Years, months, days,
Life catches up unawares,
Wishing it would never change,
To have it just the same way.

A new chapter each time,
Obstacles that come unbidden,
Trials that seem too much,
Doubts...why is it such.

Hope in the path laid out,
Walk knowing He is with us,
Through the life lived daily,
Lean heavily on that blessed tree.

Church, the body of Christ

My home be far,
The journey be long,
Through it all in life,
Blessed by the body of Christ.

A Longing

Longing for that memory,
Over the valley and hills,
Visions that stay with me,
Every moment that I feel.....

A Purpose

In life as with all things,
From a babe to a man,
Living to death's final scene,
Time shifts like hourglass sands.

Questioned on the purpose,
Trembling at the pain,
Wondering what else be worst,
In the soul, hope be faint.

Yet, not seen on the surface,
A reason to be sought,
Written in life a purpose,
There within, prepared by God.

Against the odds......

A battle rages through the night,
Immovable spirits that would not be,
Unstoppable force that cannot be denied,
A clash that lives on in all their memories....

To never yield......

Fast, lithe and demanding,
The hall be a battlefield,
Physical exhaustion notwithstanding,
Sheer Will to fight and never yield.....

In God all things are possible

The life that would not be,
Plans, not of our own,
A purpose, a reason we cannot see,
Guided are we to the unknown.

Though our paths be broken,
Our walk, we stumble and fall,
Doubts in our minds, often
Yet in He, we trust and adore.

Familiar like the air we breathe,
Our fingers recognize the feel,
A song we know in the life we live,
Beautiful as a flower we stopped to kneel.

Surrounded by this Love,
Through all the troubles we face,
In prayer, He reaches us from above,
Our God, our Lord, our Savior, our Grace.....

Hallelujah

The Grace, laid in a manger,
A life led for a purpose,
The sacrifice that came after.

Nail scarred hands He had offered,
A life we now walk in earnest
This gift, we did not know we hungered.

A renewed life through forgiveness,
And every year, come near or far,
We honor this day of Christmas.
As our hearts sings out, Hallelujah!!

A Testimonial (written together with Jiaxin)

以前的我，看天父的好为理所当然。
Reflections, of how I had taken God's goodness for granted,

现在的我，知道我不配拥有天父的爱。
Realizing, I did not deserve His Love and Grace,

以前的我，以为我已很懂得天父。
Recollecting, a belief that I knew Him well, my pride demanded,

现在的我，想要知道天父的跟多。
Renewing, my hopes of knowing, once again His embrace,

以前的我，不用加以思考就回答“因为主，所以我… …”。
Remorseful, in my many thoughtless prayers unanswered,

现在的我，想要以我的真心为主做… … 。
Reclaiming, my heart to serve Him in this time and place, 

以前的我，只是心灵上的感动。
Recounting, my joy in Him that never lasted,

现在的我，是万分的感恩。
Reaffirmed, my gratefulness in the lessons I had faced,

以前的我，会隐瞒。
Reliving, how I had hidden the very person I became and doubted,

现在的我，会惭愧和努力地悔改。
Rekindled, my soul, my shame, my heart to repent in Grace,

以前的我，人在心不在。
Reminded, of the person I was, half-hearted,

现在的我，将会变成人在心也在。
Reconnecting, my desire to commit to Christ in glory and praise,

我不想再变回以前的我。
Through it all, to never return to the person I had created,

不想是短暂，而是长久。 
Moving ever forward, to the day I will meet my Lord face to face.

The Lord, my strength

What not can I grasp with my hand,
Not water nor the winds,
Nor the thoughts or hearts of men.

Such strength, have I not,
I look to the Father for such,
In Grace, my shield and sword.....

Grace

Caged am I, in my folly and pride,
Hands seeking through sin's gates,
What is that beyond my reach? that light,
Unable to move in my helpless state.

Someone seeks me from across,
Hands grasped mine as I cried,
I would not let go, Never!! else I'm lost,
Held firm as my heart pounded inside.

What is this I felt?
Thankful? no, grateful? I cannot decide
His name came to my lips as I beheld,
Given in Grace, Christ my savior, for me He had died.

Thankful and Grateful

Thankful for the week,
Grateful for the days,
Honored for the friends I meet,
Joyful in all the ways.