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
Sunday, March 26, 2006
-4:50 pm
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy
with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way to fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
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Monday, March 13, 2006
-8:02 pm
Nowadays I'm finding my desire to write diminishing. Somehow. I don't know. I'm just too lazy with words, it's too difficult to sit down and write something that is of substance. Or perhaps it's just that I'm feeling rather inferior at this point in time; you haven't seen the people in my class. If 13A is supposedly the smartest humans class, what on earth am I doing in here? That's another of life's inexplicable mysteries for me.
That aside, I really love my dear 13A to bits. We're such a special class; every single one of us so unique but amazingly, we ALL click! And click well we do. Had so much fun last night at Su-Mae's wonderful wonderful house! Ate a lot, talked a lot, did crazy stuff and made people do weird dares. (: Ah... since cell was gone, I haven't had the chance exercise this skill of mine- thinking up of very very (I wouldn't say embarrassing) interesting dares, for the benefit of the gleeful spectators. But I must admit defeat. Sara totally owned me last night (or this morning since we were up til pretty late).
The dare: she made William write SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS with his butt.
Not very original, but it got all of us were rolling on the floor laughing so hard, until I teared and had a stomachache. I must say, William had very legible butt-writing. (: I thoroughly enjoyed myself and except for the lack of a good night's sleep, I felt that that was the best class gathering I'd ever had in my entire life. I don't think it was because of Su-Mae's large and conducive house with lots of food and everything [thanks Su-Mae and Mrs Chia!], although that was a definite factor, but it was because of the people- my fellow 13Aers who are so fantastic and lovable. Being able to be part of 13A is one of the biggest blessings from God. (:
We all left Su-Mae's house at about 11 and trooped offto the mrt station looking quite a forlorn bunch, perhaps because we were feeling rather woozy. I made a split second decision to alight at eunos with Sara, William and Xue Yang who were going for some geog project course thing which they were not too enthusiatic about. Don't really know what made me do that, but somehow instead of staying on the train with the rest and going home to my nice, comfy bed, I decided to stay with them until they had to go (mainly for poor, sunburnt Sara's sake). I was starting to regret it when Daniel Ong led us to a hawker center for lunch. It was a hot day. I was yearning for air-conditioning.
But anyways, after William and Daniel left for the latter's house, Sara, Xue Yang and I were just stoning and sporadically saying random stuff. Then somehow, we got on to the topic of religion vs. science, the whole idea of there being something greater than just this universe and our little lives. Perhaps it was just me being me, turning the conversation a little deeper when Xue Yang said that this is a sad, sad world we're living in.
We proceeded to have a stimulating discourse on religion, faith, God and scientific theory. Being a true blue intellectual and KI student, Xue Yang challenged the views I presented and made me think a lot more about the reasoning. I knew I that might have been shooting myself in the foot for even engaging in that conversation. But I believe that somehow, God gave Sara and I the words to say, and even if we couldn't quite put forth an absolutely convincing argument, we must have put questions in his mind and challenged his belief in science and logic. We knew that it wasn't for us to convince him but for the Holy Spirit to convict his heart. Even apostle Paul said, "
My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power, so that your faith might not rest on men's wisdom, but on God's power." (1 Corinthians 2:4-6)
I was warmly heartened by the fact that he wanted to find out more about our views as Christians. His questioning has also taught me to defend my faith, an exercise which I am grateful for. I left feeling glad that we got a chance to talk to Xue Yang about this, and I sensed that what was exchanged definitely made an impact on him. Whether or not he decides for himself to accept what we've shared as the truth, we as believers have done our part as ambassadors of Christ.
"Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect..."1 Peter 3:14-16
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
-8:05 pm
Whom have I in heaven but You?
And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.
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-7:44 pm
Has been a while since I last blogged. JC life is really pretty hectic. I hardly get to reach home before 5pm anymore, except for fridays- that is, if I don't have play readings on. Being so busy with work, I find myself once again in that familiar place of too much bustle, caught up in the whirlwind of activity, with worldly paper chases and the highly competitive rat race which characterises a school like RJC. It's extremely hard not to let all that sweep you away with the flow because everyone's just fighting so hard not to merely do well in school; it's not enough to be outstanding, you have emerge valedictorian- to be the best. This is a mantra and goal in life for many people I know but I strongly disagree, for reasons which the book Purpose Driven Life would explain very clearly.
Anyways, back to ranting about my schedule. My weekends aren't much better either, though I'd like to think otherwise. The past two weekends have been rather mad with theatre play outings clashing with church commitments (which IRKS ME TO NO END- why must we always watch plays on saturdays?), LCE and lots of work to complete. I'm not going to compromise church for TSD anymore. I don't care if Mr L. will shoot me death glares or if I have to endure his snide remarks for the rest of the two years.
I've realised with so many things on my mind, I shall just go mad and die that way if I didn't create time-out periods for myself, just to relax, let go and allow myself that space of rest and peace. Be it on the bus home from school or in the middle of "chionging" work, I find myself yearning more and more to be in God's presence, to let Him lead me beside quiet waters and make me lie down in green pastures as He restores my soul. Ah the comfort and peace I experience just being in His arms transcends
all understanding. (:
Without these moments of just being still and knowing that He is God, I don't know how I'm supposed to go on. God's my lifeline, to whom I cling on tight, lest I fear the darkest, deepest recesses of the rocky valley. I was listening to Steven Curtis Chapman's
Burn the Ships on the bus home just now and the song really spoke to me. Nobody said it would be easy. But the one who brought has brought me thus far is never going to leave me alone.
His resounding voice continues to ring in my head; bringing words of promise and hope, something I'll never exchange for gold nor silver, better than any self-help book written in the whole wide world.
So do not fear for I am with you, do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.And that for me, is all I need to know.
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