Saturday, July 04, 2009
I GOT MY DRIVING LICENCE! (: (:
Truly by God's grace and mercy.
Praise God!
It's a new season.
& it's amazing how God can pull you off the valley and poof*! there you are at the mountain top again!
'Why should i always praise God? Why is He keep wanting us to praise Him?'
These thoughts came to my mind before.
I didn't understand the purpose of worshiping God.
It's only after ltd camp that i've realised how important praising God was and the purpose of it.
God doesn't need your worship, He doesn't need your praise. It's for your sake.
When you learn to worship the one and only God, keeping your eyes on Him, your problems will become so insignificant as you realise how mighty and powerful a God you serve.
& now this verse has a greater meaning...
'Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.'
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Thursday, July 02, 2009
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
& i just wanna trust in You.
That whatever it turns out to be,
I will still praise You, O' Lord.
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Just wait
Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;
Desperately, helplessly, longingly I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate...
And the Master so gently said, "Wait."
"Wait? You say wait?" My indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!"
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked and I'm claiming Your Word.
My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'Yes', a go ahead sign.
Or even a 'No' to which I'll resign.
You promised dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply.
Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied again, "Wait"
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting...for what?"
He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine...
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.
I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.
You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You’'d not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see
You'd never experience the fullness of love,
When the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of my heart.
The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight;
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask,
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.
You'd never know should your pain quickly flee
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But oh, the loss if I lost what I'm doing in you
So be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me
And though often My answers seem terribly late
My most precious answer of all is still..."WAIT."
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