Far to the horizon as the sun sets,
There above a lone figure walks,
Humming a tune as he falls in steps,
"Christ my Savior, Christ my Lord.....",
Is he alone? this you would think,
Yet he strides bravely like an eagle that soars,
For over the horizon, marches his family,
Ten thousand and more!
And in turn they sing in voices free,
"Christ my Savior, Christ my Lord!!!".
Wednesday, 13 February 2013
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Cherished time with my family
Sitting across my mum, eating together,
Memories flood me from the time I was younger,
Running in my mind all the faces,
Through the times of my life,
Never would I ever trade places,
For all that God had given, I would give them over twice,
And even If I had to start all over again,
This story that I pen would always remain.......
Memories flood me from the time I was younger,
Running in my mind all the faces,
Through the times of my life,
Never would I ever trade places,
For all that God had given, I would give them over twice,
And even If I had to start all over again,
This story that I pen would always remain.......
Thursday, 31 January 2013
Inspired by Dr Han
Resolute through the storms,
A bastion from the cold,
Beneath burns a fire that warms,
A gathering for the weary soul,
Yearning for shelter,
Through it all,
We may fail and falter,
Yet deep within us,
In our hearts cherished and safe,
Grows a pure and simple truth,
Faith......
A bastion from the cold,
Beneath burns a fire that warms,
A gathering for the weary soul,
Yearning for shelter,
Through it all,
We may fail and falter,
Yet deep within us,
In our hearts cherished and safe,
Grows a pure and simple truth,
Faith......
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Inspired by our old church sanctuary
Unassuming, that is what it is,
Walking through pavements that lead to it,
Through glass doors that open unhindered,
To the peaceful vastness within.
Fingers outstretched through my sleeves,
As I stepped gently down the hall,
Feeling the weight of ages beneath.
My eyes looked to the beauty of it all,
Each and every pew that stand like guards,
Down the generations that poured their hearts.
The child whose father grew within these walls,
Now sings the songs the mother had taught,
I am humbled by these as I recall,
The honor of sharing this household of God.
I paused in front of the stage,
My eyes looked up at the Cross,
For there I am found and never again lost,
The clouds seen through glass panes,
Herald the majesty of the Lord,
For here is home and where my heart remains......
Walking through pavements that lead to it,
Through glass doors that open unhindered,
To the peaceful vastness within.
Fingers outstretched through my sleeves,
As I stepped gently down the hall,
Feeling the weight of ages beneath.
My eyes looked to the beauty of it all,
Each and every pew that stand like guards,
Down the generations that poured their hearts.
The child whose father grew within these walls,
Now sings the songs the mother had taught,
I am humbled by these as I recall,
The honor of sharing this household of God.
I paused in front of the stage,
My eyes looked up at the Cross,
For there I am found and never again lost,
The clouds seen through glass panes,
Herald the majesty of the Lord,
For here is home and where my heart remains......
Thursday, 17 January 2013
Walk in Life
Wind in my face,
Cars in a jam,
Leaves falling in such grace,
Wondering to myself as I stand,
Where is God leading me?
A path I cannot yet see,
My heart would never let it be,
Though I will tell you this,
That no matter the road I take,
Through obstacles that come or cease,
I shall walk forever in the knowledge that HE is with me....
Cars in a jam,
Leaves falling in such grace,
Wondering to myself as I stand,
Where is God leading me?
A path I cannot yet see,
My heart would never let it be,
Though I will tell you this,
That no matter the road I take,
Through obstacles that come or cease,
I shall walk forever in the knowledge that HE is with me....
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Dedicated to Annabel Ng
In the darkest room over distant heights,
Even there, the smallest candle will light.
In the ever teeming bustle of life,
Even there, we will hold on to the hope that is Christ.
Like a child that reaches for her Father,
Even then, we will hold on to the everlasting promise!
Even there, the smallest candle will light.
In the ever teeming bustle of life,
Even there, we will hold on to the hope that is Christ.
Like a child that reaches for her Father,
Even then, we will hold on to the everlasting promise!
Sunday, 6 January 2013
My Lord & Savior
In the depths of misery,
Striving to claw through mud and filth,
Hands reaching out to be free,
Seeking the life that never wilts,
Stretching, for the hand of my Savior,
Stretching, for the hand of my Lord,
Clawing, ever clawing towards a life that is greater,
Never straying from the path dearly bought,
To one day stand in the joy of my eternal God.
Striving to claw through mud and filth,
Hands reaching out to be free,
Seeking the life that never wilts,
Stretching, for the hand of my Savior,
Stretching, for the hand of my Lord,
Clawing, ever clawing towards a life that is greater,
Never straying from the path dearly bought,
To one day stand in the joy of my eternal God.
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