Quietly And Steadily You Live Working your best faithfully where you're placed Loving people around you as how you'd want people to love you Taking care of nature as nature takes care of you Quietly and steadily you live.
Linger Linger for a coffee, a meal, a chat with a friend; linger so you can see when you can lend someone a helping hand. Linger for a touch, a stroke on your children’s hair, a smile to a stranger, often the littlest mean so much Linger for silence; a precious space to be in God’s presence Linger…when things get too much, close your eyes and breathe, there you’ll find relief. Linger…smile awhile, rest awhile, laugh awhile, read awhile, let your racing heart just slowly walk awhile; when you are back on track in the centre, you’ll find God there; lovingly waiting for you all these while.
One step at a time—my daily bread When I think of the long road ahead the troubles and sorrows that may crush me inside And I would die—a little each time Oh, I've lost all zest for a better life I've lost control. I kiss it goodbye There's nothing I can do and I've nowhere to hide So, I run, run, run to You I run, run, run to You Give me today my daily bread; Won't You please, give me today my daily bread? And help me to live day by day—one step at a time.
Maybe Maybe I could be like this, Maybe I could be like that, Maybe I could be like her, But I ain't like anyone but me, you hear?
Find joy in ordinary things A cup of tea, and a hand to hold, morning sun shining through the curtain, a cool evening stroll, reading the best book, laughing at lame jokes; think of these things and your heart will never get old. ~Available as poem poster in my shop~
Beckoning The love of God is like a gentle breeze flowing through the window—beckoning. The curtains excitedly lift up the hem of their skirt, and sway along to the wind’s call. The plant by the window lift their arms and dance with the Lord in delight.
In Its Place Who puts the sun in its place? For dawn to break, for dusk to fade. It's God—truly, Holy, Almighty, Who reigns now and forever more.
Before it's too late... I never thought I’d see the day when I could hear him say “I wanna spend more time with my dad and see him every day.” He then gently sang out these verses from the song The Living Years As the lyrics pierced my heart My eyes were wet as I melted in tears Half a decade of heartaches from a father who always has his way Never a tender word Never a “son, you’ve made my day.” Neither any affirmation try as he might All he gets from his dad is You never get things right But now lies his dad as he sits beside his bed plucking up all courage to tell his dad all the things that need to be said We don’t have a good relationship, dad But I’m thankful for what I have You’ve given me a good education, dad You’ve given me all that you can And so the conversations have started for the first time in their lives sitting beside the bed where his weak and ill dad lies Where Love is allowed to go into the deepest hurts of your soul It is there you’ll find healing Wherever forgiveness flows As Christ hung high up on the cross Looking at the people below Forgive them, Father, he said For they do not know And now that you know where would you allow Love to go? Would you let Love into your heart Where forgiveness need to flow? Who do you need to forgive What do you want to say? Why don’t you let Love win And say it before it’s too late
My God and I Have you ever been in love Where everything fades As you melt in their presence Have you ever been in love Where everything about them interests you As you thirst to know them more Have you ever been in love Where you pursue them As passionately as they pursue you A tangle of fire and love.
Let me move far far away Let me move far far away Away from this pool of bitterness Away from these injustices Away from these hurts Away from this pain Let me move far far away Where I can be free Where I am me This place does not exist It’s not real It’s not on earth It’s a dream It exists only when God becomes bigger than me It exists only when love is bigger than the hurts But at this point, I’m just down on my knees with hurts and bitter-talk slashing my heart. Anger turned inward. Let me move far far away from these.
Fade away, pain It’s Chinese New Year, A first without mum, Didn’t know that it’ll be that weird, To celebrate and laugh while my heart still hurts. I’ve been thinking of her, Her roaring laughter still ringing in my ears, I can see her pottering in the kitchen, Dishing out my favourite dishes that she knows I love. These I have no more, And it’s the heartache that’s left to endure. Oh, how we boast about our future, When nothing on earth is secure. I keep my eyes on Jesus, When all is too much to bear, Lay my weary head on Him, To Him, I try to cast my cares. I know mum is in heaven, A place she can call home for eternity, No more awful earthly suffering, For this, I’m thankful for His mercy. But to this, I am but a human, Of flesh and blood, I’m made, And till I return to dust and back to Him, I guess this hurts and pain will never really fade away?
If I knew this would be the last If I knew this would be… The last time I can kiss you The last time I can smell your hair The last time I can hear you say, love, love you The last time you can smile The last time you can laugh The last time we can walk hand-in-hand along the seaside The last time you can call my phone I would have said everything I need to say to you when you still can respond to me “If I knew this would be the last”… is a terrible thing to say; a terrible feeling to have.
Respirator As I lay on my bed trying to sleep, watching the clock ticking by, I realised that its getting harder and harder, to quiet the cries I have inside. Knowing that I can lose my mum at any time, with many things that I’ve yet to do for her, cuts me with despair. As I lay defeated; a fish gasping for air. An image of myself down on the ground I see, the only thing helping me to breathe, is The Word of God, the Holy Spirit, my Father, my Lord, my Jesus—the Holy Trinity. He is the respirator coursing through my veins keeping my spirits alive in a steady hum and with assuring beats, breathing life into me.
I thank You, Father As I lay on my bed I think of days passed by And I thank you, Lord For Your guidance on how to live my life Grace, kindness, love And joy in my heart This You impart Shrewd as a serpent Innocent as a dove What a concept! That only can come from the heavens above! Allow me to be your humble servant Show me the way To use your gifts to me And serve others in Your glorious ways. I thank you, Father For it could only be You Who can change my heart And let me live my life anew.
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