Hold Fast

Hold fast faith, hope, and love - these three.
For He is faithful who has promised,
He ever shall my hope of glory be.
Hold fast, Hold fast, till He comes;
Till Love Himself descends in majesty.

I Love You

I love you
I have called you by your name
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
My steadfast love is the same
I love you, I love you
With a love that will not end

Even the hairs of your head have been numbered
So there's no need to be afraid
The mountains will depart and the hills will be shaken
But my steadfast love will never end

Before you were born I have loved you
I have graven you in the palm of my hand
Fear not for I have redeemed you
I am with you to love you with a love that will not end

Magnified

A story is told of a boy long ago
No silver, no gold, only faith in the Lord
He gave His all, though only fish and bread
Blessed by Jesus' hand, five thousand men were fed

A story is told of a woman so blest
In the time of drought a prophet was her guest
What little she had she shared without doubt
Because she had faith, the little never ran out

Because the Lord magnified
When by faith He was glorified

And the small became grand

When placed in His hand

So let us give what little we have

To be magnified by His great love

The Lord is asking, "What is in your hand?"
It need not be gold nor silver nor lands
Give up your all; it need not be great
Then be amazed at the things accomplished by faith

Because the Lord magnifies
When by faith He is glorified
And the small becomes grand
When placed in His hand
So let us give what little we have
To be magnified by His great love

The Song Angels Cannot Sing

I know a song that will silence even angels' singing
I know a tune sweeter than the birds' song at each morning
I know the words that escape the wind's most gentle blowing
I know the song even angels cannot sing

It's the song of redemption
The song that my heart sings
It is praise for the Lamb
who took away my sins
All creation marvels at the song
Even angels cannot sing
It's the song of redemption
The song of the redeemed

My Father, My Lord

i found this in one of my old notebooks. it's dated July 8, 2007


My Father, My Lord

He formed me from dust and called me His own
Then showed me marvels in sky and sea
And when I forsook Him, He bade me return
Wonder of wonders, my God's a mystery.

My Father called peace out of a storm
My Lord, for mercy, wore a crown of thorns
What power, what love combining
What strength, what grace in His keeping
I rejoice in His goodness and trust in His word
I stand amazed at my Father, my Lord.

He causes winds to howl and thunder to roar
Yet speaks to me in a still, small voice
He is both the Balm and the Life
But He bled and died of His own choice.

Wherever with Him, I can be still
For He can both love and power reveal.

This is Why I Worship

this was written several months ago. it's actually supposed to be a song, but i admittedly (and quite frustratingly) can only but barely carry a tune. God and i are still working on my musical capabilities. so until we work something out, this'll have to remain a non-song (at least beyond the walls of my heart).

In You alone I find the strength to stand

Amidst the brokenness

In time I know I'll understand

You'll bring together the pieces

Lord, I am broken and I praise You

Savior, I'm in pain but it's okay

I'm coming back to life through You

Jesus, I see the wisdom of Your way

It hurt You to see how I brought this on me

Still You're standing close

When I tried to move farther away

I hurt with the wrongs I chose

Lord, I am broken and I praise You

Savior, I'm in pain but it's okay

I'm coming back to life through You

Jesus, I see the wisdom of Your way

Going away and coming home

Twice I walk the path so rough

This time the pain will lead me back

I'm not alone and that's enough

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.

-o-

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.

-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."

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.

-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...

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?

-o-

On Angels' Wings

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

unfinished

in my spare time, i write. or at least try to. i know i'm not good at writing. yet. but i trust that if i commit this craft to God, He'll prosper it. Here are two of my attempts...

-o-

THIS BATTLE IS NOT MINE

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
I should have known
This battle is not mine to fight alone.

-o-

I KNOW THE WAY YOU TAKE

He says, I know the way you take
Every bend, every turn, every thorn
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-

they're not done yet, but I hope to finish them soon, with God's help of course. i have a faith that whatever (or whoever, for that matter) lacks, God will fill up and make whole.

i'll post the finished version up here, so come back and see it...

All We God's Children

The youth in my church are very dear to my heart. They are like a second family to me. We have been through a lot as a group. After all these years, they are now to me like brothers and sisters, and the dearest of friends. I love them a whole lot because they give meaning to the phrase "family of God". I value them because it is not always that I can find friends with whom I can build a Christ-centered relationship.
For the youth at church, thank you so much for the times together, good and bad. I hope to make more memories of you, and of us. I will keep thanking God for you, and praying that He will see each of us through.

I wrote this for us all.

-o-

ALL WE GOD'S CHILDREN

We came together, different we may be,
Yet we lift our voices in a single melody.
Here we stand together, a family in God.
As brothers and sisters, one in Jesus' blood.

Still we stand together in a friendship rare and true,
Bound by truth and spirit, love and service too.
Our joys are all doubled, our sorrows cut in half.
We make a little heaven, by our friendship, by our love.

All we God's children bound by His love,
Born of His Spirit, bought with His blood.
We will grow ever upward, walking in the light.
We are near one to another, when we all are near to Christ.

While waiting for our Father, our commission we'll fulfill.
We'll work side by side, obey His perfect will.
We'll overcome together, though it be flame or flood.
We'll help one another grow in the love of God.

And we'll be standing together before the throne of God.
We will walk hand in hand on the heavenly sod.

-o-

I hope you like it, and may we live the life of the blessed...

God loves all of you and I do too.