if we stand before the cross
tried to absorb what happened
every single moment
we would stand amazed and awed
unable to fully comprehend and grasp
the gravity of the whole matter
even if we combined all human intellect and reason
we stand powerless to rationalise His death
because what took place was out of love and not out of logic
even if it was, it was out of God's logic
we can't understand
only when we see and recognise where it all started
we drop to our knees and cry
`what a might God we serve'
then our praises will be the song
of a million angels
sang throughout all ages
the song of love over humanity
resonating through eternity
I needed Jesus @ | 2:38 AM
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sometimes the catalyst of converting a soul lies not in the quality of our arguments but rather the clarity of Jeusu being seen in us....
I needed Jesus @ | 6:37 AM
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Monday, February 23, 2009
why do people use the word falling when it comes to love?does it mean we just keep falling and falling down a tunnel?where we never can reconcile with what we are and how we are?the memories cannot repeat itself again..though events and history can repeat..we can never alter the past..it is a dream that we stretch so hard to grasp..and then we stubbornly don't want to acknowledge that it is far exhausted and beyond our reach...I'm regretful..finally realized i didn't cherish when i could..I'm sorry..
I needed Jesus @ | 3:10 PM
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
i dream that i stand upon this stage.practicing and rehearsing.perfecting every single move..aiming for a flawless and perfect act..aiming for something no one can point an accusing finger at, saying i am wrong or it's not to their liking..there is no audience watching..i rather be performing for myself than other people..but they just keep coming and coming..saying what i am doing is not good enough..saying that i should do this and that..saying i lack creativity and individuality..but i ask..am i given a chance to?that's why..all this is just a dream..an exhausted dream?or a dream that can never happen..a dream that i cannot reach form where i am now..or worse.cannot reach from wherever i may be?
I needed Jesus @ | 5:14 AM
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
pain in itself is never scary or fearful...because no one remembers the pain..how it lingers in us...what is fearful is the scar pain leaves behind..a memento mori that opens up and smiles at us whenever we see it...then..we start feeling the pain all over again...and now.if we ponder more carefully..we realize that the real torture is the memory..the vivid memories of events or people that slowly crawls its way into us..turning every emotion in despondency and melancholy and sadness...and worse still..sometimes we don't even know..we don't even realize where we are in the world of emotions...because a girl like you is impossible to find,impossible to find
I needed Jesus @ | 9:46 PM
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Thursday, February 5, 2009
we often wonder where God really is..we can't see, can't hear, we can't smell' we can't feel...so where is God?the atheist laugh at us for using faith to explain the intangible relationship..they laugh and scorn..other religions have idols..tangible objects that they can place their trust on...things that are seen..so what do we have?we have a heart and mind..that's all that we need..to listen to God.to see God's will..to hear His voice...
people laugh at our belief..seeing it ridiculous that a God should die for man..not His friends but His enemies..they jeer at the sheer nonsensical plot of our Gospel..as the Bible says that the gospel is seen as foolish by the unbelieving..but it is the power of God unto salvation as well..the parallels are rather obvious..that wherever God is and wills..man tries to oppose..i see the tearing down of natural reserves and forest as an attempt by man to destroy the evidence that affirms that there is a Creator...they create their own concrete forests,elevating themselves to the status of a creator..
when we look at them..lost souls..the people that are not ignorant to our pleas for repentance, rather indifferent to the gospel...how do we feel?love.that is the word.that is the emotion.that is the power and motivation that God gives us to continuously reach out to the lost despite set backs.we feel sorry because we are going to heaven and they are not...the last part of Romans1:16 says that the power of the gospel is able to save anyone and everyone...the lesson is..are we limiting the people that we bring to church?do we only bring people that we are comfortable with?the popular people in class?how about the outcast?the quiet?and the unpopular?well.Jesus did reached out to these people by saving us, the sinful the dirty and the scornful..who are we then to determine who is to be save?
I needed Jesus @ | 8:30 PM
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
a moment that death can never claim
while He kept silent there
love spoke in sacrifice
He gave His precious life, to save a soul like me
I needed Jesus @ | 3:12 PM
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