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, September 30, 2005
-9:56 pm
She was dead
Her soul longing but
Denied life for so long.
No room of her own, no
Space, no permission
Her body was just a shell
It wasn't hers but theirs.
Then, a brave new world called her
Awakened her from death's slumber
Hesitant, apprehensive she took
The chance to open Pandora's box.
She stepped through the doorway
No man's land between life and death
Stepped up into the brilliant light
Into the perfect haven of dreams
She breathed in the priceless elixir
Her ticket to life and beyond.
She crossed the rickety bridge
Testing each step so see
If she would fall through into
The furiously gushing river below.
She arrived on the other side,
Trembling from the cold,
But more so from the fear
Which gripped her like a vice.
Steadied, she walked on.
The scales fell from her eyes and
Her myopia was cured, no longer
Using tinted, coloured spectacles
To see the world without glasses.
What lay before her were familiar
The scenes of her fantasy,
The longings of her heart.
The songs she could hear
The beauty of the music
Melodies which soared over
The green hills in the distance
The water was crystal clear
No longer muddy as she
Had known in the time before
Cloudy and murky, no more.
The corset which so bound her
Fell away with a tug of the strings
Her rich black hair fell loose
In curls around her shoulders
Her blood thawed and pulsated
Through her veins, adrenalin rushing
She could feel her hands, her toes,
Her face, her heartbeat.
In death, she could touch
But not feel, could speak words
But not be heard, knew of emotions
But could not experience them.
She could breathe.
The air was cool, moist even,
Pure as dew from Mount Olympus
Her footsteps felt light, the weights
On her back disappeared as
She ran across the fresh meadows
Barefeet, the wind like a silk veil
Upon her face she felt a freedom
She was so unaccustomed to.
A knight rode up to her
Knelt on bended knee and
Took her hand in his, a kiss
In more than just a mere greeting
Drowning in the endless blue
Of his eyes which said more than
Words could ever tell, words which
She repeated softly in her heart.
Here it was liberation. She felt
Things which she had never felt
Before but some of which she knew
She wasn't supposed to feel
Yet, she savoured the moment
Relishing every touch, every word
As though there'll be no tomorrow
And the days would again elude her.
Time stood still, frozen in place
By the very lashings of willpower.
Suddenly, all things with breath
Cried out unanimously in one
Single uproar the birds fled
The earth shook with trepidation
The ground beneath her feet
Gave way like rotten floorboards
As she ran as fast she could
Stumbling, falling, struggling
To escape from eventuality
Bliss couldn't stop the hours
From slipping like the sands
Through the glass like how
She was losing ground
Vision fading soon
His face a blur
The grasp
It slips
And
she feels
Numb, stiff
Trapped under
The earth in a glass
Coffin with dried flowers
Withering by her tombstone
Caressed by the lonely winds.
What has eyes but
Cannot see, has ears but
Cannot hear, has a voice
But cannot be heard?
Yet, I know we can,
In time, somehow. It is only
When we dead awaken.
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