lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Friday, November 12, 2004
-11:45 pm
Sometimes I feel I don't want people to read what I post up here. Is it shame? Or maybe the fear of being hurt by people you love when they read about what you really feel. I don't know. Guess having that bit of privacy taken from you and put on the Internet for all to see does make me a little more vunerable. But I still keep it up here. Because to me it is a record of my thoughts, not necessarily just displayed for others to comment on. Which means I'm open to criticism (I'm so used to it). I don't think many people wanna read it anyways.
In an ambivalent mood now. Grumpy, angsty, yet a little nostalgic. Weird huh? There's just so much going on now, with packing my stuff because of the house undergoing renovation, and with the news I've gathered from someone about other people's love lives, things aren't really going for me now. Not to mention I have to go to school tomorrow just to hand in my year-end report. Urgh.
But cheers, tomorrow is water baptism day. I really hope those I invited can go, because some (or rather most of them) already can't make it. I just want it to be special, and I want to make an impact, hopefully encouraging others with my testimony :)
Having the sniffles and this awful sore throat which is really painful doesn't help my mood. I just want to go to bed. Which I'll do as soon as my hair is dry. Off to TAWG now...
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