Lord,
Shower us with Your light,
Make us ready for Your kingdom.
Pour upon us Your mercy,
That we may know the grace of Your pardon.
Let Your love flow through us,
Make us instruments of Your peace.
Shower us with Your light,
That we may live as Your children.
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Monday, September 11, 2006
When God Is All I Have
WHEN GOD IS ALL I HAVE
Desolate and desperate
I have nothing to call my own.
Empty-handed, empty-hearted
Waiting for the break of dawn.
For just as surely
as day shall end the night,
If God is only with me,
Then I shall never want.
He is my Maker, and Redeemer,
My Brother, Friend, and King.
He is the Bread of Life,
Of Living Waters He's the spring.
He's my Comforter and Perfecter,
My Shelter, Strength, and Shield.
Then when God is all I have,
I find God is all I need.
Desolate and desperate
I have nothing to call my own.
Empty-handed, empty-hearted
Waiting for the break of dawn.
For just as surely
as day shall end the night,
If God is only with me,
Then I shall never want.
He is my Maker, and Redeemer,
My Brother, Friend, and King.
He is the Bread of Life,
Of Living Waters He's the spring.
He's my Comforter and Perfecter,
My Shelter, Strength, and Shield.
Then when God is all I have,
I find God is all I need.
-o-
need I say more?
need I say more?
This Battle Is Not Mine
THIS BATTLE IS NOT MINE
Everyday I struggle to be free
Everyday I face the enemy
Alone I fight all sorrow and all pain
Knowing no victory nor gain.
I had strength and wisdom all my own
I wondered why no battle I won
I thought I can make it all alone
But now I know I have been wrong.
Sometimes I think He asks too much of me
If I must overcome constantly.
But now I'm sure each battle can be won
For I am never once alone.
God sends His angels to rally by my side.
He is my Captain, my Comrade, and my Guide.
I may be weak, but He is strong.
I dare not trust my own.
He's made it known,
This battle is not mine to fight alone.
Everyday I struggle to be free
Everyday I face the enemy
Alone I fight all sorrow and all pain
Knowing no victory nor gain.
I had strength and wisdom all my own
I wondered why no battle I won
I thought I can make it all alone
But now I know I have been wrong.
Sometimes I think He asks too much of me
If I must overcome constantly.
But now I'm sure each battle can be won
For I am never once alone.
God sends His angels to rally by my side.
He is my Captain, my Comrade, and my Guide.
I may be weak, but He is strong.
I dare not trust my own.
He's made it known,
This battle is not mine to fight alone.
-o-
This was written at a time when I was feeling utterly depressed and helpless. I was pressured to do what was right and I tried. But it was really hard to overcome myself. Then I realized that the reason everything was so hard to do was that I was doing it alone. God is my strength, and I could not rely on myself even for a single moment. He is telling me, "You are never alone, I am with you. The sooner you get that through your head, the better."
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I Know The Way You Take
This was inspired by Job 23:10, which says "But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold."
I find a lot of comfort in the verse. It reminds me that even when I can't actually see where I'm heading, God does. He sees the past, the present, and the future. He knows where I am, where I'm coming from, and where I'm going.
There is no need for me to worry, even when the road I'm travelling seems tough - because I have a God who's even tougher, and ultimately wise at that.
May God grant us enough strength to make it through the test so that we'll all end up as refined gold fit for His kingdom... God bless us all...
I find a lot of comfort in the verse. It reminds me that even when I can't actually see where I'm heading, God does. He sees the past, the present, and the future. He knows where I am, where I'm coming from, and where I'm going.
There is no need for me to worry, even when the road I'm travelling seems tough - because I have a God who's even tougher, and ultimately wise at that.
-o-
I KNOW THE WAY YOU TAKE
Moment by moment I walk life's dreary way.
Weary I may be I carry on day after day.
Sometimes trials are too heavy for me to bear,
Then I come to my Guide in prayer.
Morning after morning to sorrows I awake.
Pain goes before me with every turn I make.
My path is all rugged, my heart seems to break;
So with my Comforter sweet communion I make.
No gem is polished without trial,
No gold refined without fire.
Weak as I am, I stumble, get hurt
Still my Refiner sees my worth.
He says, "I know the way you take,
Every bend, every thorn, every stone,
You are never alone.
With every step you take,
You'll be cleansed, purified, purged, and refined.
When it's through, you will come forth as gold."
-o-
May God grant us enough strength to make it through the test so that we'll all end up as refined gold fit for His kingdom... God bless us all...
Friday, September 01, 2006
On Angels' Wings
This is another one of my attempts at creativity. My bestfriend and I are actually planning to turn these stuff into songs for the youth at church to sing.. i think it's a nice idea.. but maybe we should wait till my attempts are a wee bit better... what ya think?
When Christ shall come in all His might and splendor
To claim His own and to reward their labor
He'll make me new never more to spoil
And take me up on to heavenly soil
On angels' wings my soul He'll bring
To dwell in His abode, to walk streets of gold
Where there'll be no tears, no sighs, no fears
He'll take me up on angels' silver-gilt wings
There will be songs and trumpet sound all ringing
A flood of light, His glory will be shining
Oh such joy to see that angel throng
And there He'll be, ready to take me home
-o-
On Angels' WingsWhen Christ shall come in all His might and splendor
To claim His own and to reward their labor
He'll make me new never more to spoil
And take me up on to heavenly soil
On angels' wings my soul He'll bring
To dwell in His abode, to walk streets of gold
Where there'll be no tears, no sighs, no fears
He'll take me up on angels' silver-gilt wings
There will be songs and trumpet sound all ringing
A flood of light, His glory will be shining
Oh such joy to see that angel throng
And there He'll be, ready to take me home