Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
When the blazing sun is gone
When he nothing shines upon
Then you show your little light
Twinkle twinkle all the night
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark
He could not see which way to go
If you did not twinkle so
In the dark blue sky you keep
And often through my curtains peep
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark
Though I know not what you are
Twinkle twinkle little star
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
the mirror crackd from side to side...
The mirror crackd from side to side…
Rapunzel…
Lear…cordelia…
The hair for the chain…
The watch for the comb…
I had a dream…
Once upon a time…
A girl lived in black and white…
A swordsman…
And she was on a mission…
To avenge her master…
She was sleeping…
And then awoke…
To a strange world…
Where the dream had shifted…
Her perceptions…
Senses confused…
Distorted…
Emotions, thoughts, incongruent…
From memory…
Idol race
She was no longer in black and white…
Her hair was no longer long…
Her eyes were no longer black…
The glass was cracked…
The jewel in her watch…
Was switched…
Yet revenge was in her heart…
Still…
The timing…
Delayed…
How to deal with it?
She was in a surreal…
Reality of fairy tale…
The princess…
In a moment of envy…
Trapped in a world of mosaic…
Yet longed for black and white…
And the exchange…
Unwillingly forced…
Or so she thought!
So she meticulously,
Swapped the ruby into her silver watch,
for the blue star into the gold watch.
It was the sign, though her voice
Was no longer hers.
Rebellion in the heart.
And then,
At the moment of fateful opportunity…
To sink the dagger into the enemy…
She realized…
That of her own volition…
The sword was double-edged…
And it was sharp to cut the hand that wore the watch…
And clean to gouge the eye that betrayed her senses…
And the enemy…
Was defeated…
The monster within…
Surrender…
Sam…son…
Redbeard’s heart…
And then I awoke.
To this current reality in which I tell you this story.
Dreams…
And still I remember…
The warrior…
The princess…
The betrayed…
The vengeful…
All swallowed up…
By the immortal,
Eternal,
Lover of my soul. Lord I ace
Who will lead me home.
Beyond all the struggles.
And so, I wait…
And I wade…
Though time
Waits for no man…
I am not bound,
By chronos,
Or distorted vision,
But only by The word.
Sharp and free.
Salvation. Remember. Ideal
Rapunzel…
Lear…cordelia…
The hair for the chain…
The watch for the comb…
I had a dream…
Once upon a time…
A girl lived in black and white…
A swordsman…
And she was on a mission…
To avenge her master…
She was sleeping…
And then awoke…
To a strange world…
Where the dream had shifted…
Her perceptions…
Senses confused…
Distorted…
Emotions, thoughts, incongruent…
From memory…
Idol race
She was no longer in black and white…
Her hair was no longer long…
Her eyes were no longer black…
The glass was cracked…
The jewel in her watch…
Was switched…
Yet revenge was in her heart…
Still…
The timing…
Delayed…
How to deal with it?
She was in a surreal…
Reality of fairy tale…
The princess…
In a moment of envy…
Trapped in a world of mosaic…
Yet longed for black and white…
And the exchange…
Unwillingly forced…
Or so she thought!
So she meticulously,
Swapped the ruby into her silver watch,
for the blue star into the gold watch.
It was the sign, though her voice
Was no longer hers.
Rebellion in the heart.
And then,
At the moment of fateful opportunity…
To sink the dagger into the enemy…
She realized…
That of her own volition…
The sword was double-edged…
And it was sharp to cut the hand that wore the watch…
And clean to gouge the eye that betrayed her senses…
And the enemy…
Was defeated…
The monster within…
Surrender…
Sam…son…
Redbeard’s heart…
And then I awoke.
To this current reality in which I tell you this story.
Dreams…
And still I remember…
The warrior…
The princess…
The betrayed…
The vengeful…
All swallowed up…
By the immortal,
Eternal,
Lover of my soul. Lord I ace
Who will lead me home.
Beyond all the struggles.
And so, I wait…
And I wade…
Though time
Waits for no man…
I am not bound,
By chronos,
Or distorted vision,
But only by The word.
Sharp and free.
Salvation. Remember. Ideal
journeys
Have you been on a nice beach holiday?
Have you been to the largest shopping centre in the modern metropolis?
Have you ever traveled to far away strange exotic places?
Have you ever traveled to the corners of the globe?
Have you ever traveled to the middle of the earth’s core?
Have you flown to the next galaxy?
Have you been to the next suburb in your city?
Have you been to the bad side of town?
Have you knocked on your neighbour’s door?
Have you visited the local orphanage or nursing home or the homeless shelter?
Have you ever stepped into the shoes of another person?
Have you visited a church in a different culture and worshipped in a different language?
Some people have frequent flyer points that run into the millions.
Some people have never been outside a 5km radius from their house.
Some people have never flown in an airplane.
Some people have never ridden a bicycle.
Some people have never seen snow.
Some people have never seen a car.
Some people have walked thousands of kilometers.
Some people live in high altitudes.
Some people live on land that is reclaimed from the sea.
In this Journey called Life, I have been blessed to go on many sojourns.
Many external journeys traverse the 3 dimensional space of length, width, height, that measures distance and even the 4 dimensional, which is Time.
Yet there is another journey, an internal, an unseen spiritual seeking. A pursuit, a discovery, an adventure, which is known only to me in my heart. The pilgrim’s progress.
For some people, they spend lots of effort, money and time going on external journeys. Yet there is very little movement in their internal journey.
There are people who have rarely stepped out of the physical domains that they inhabit, yet those enclosures cannot limit their soaring spiritual travails which bring them to beautiful faraway places outside the realms of space and time. Seeking the eternal.
There is someone who has traveled from heaven to earth. He has been everywhere, from the beginning of time to the end of time. He is a space traveler, time traveler, dream traveler, even been to Hell and back literally! Yet this great avid explorer chooses to come and live in my heart. It doesn’t matter where you have been. If you will let him in, Jesus will lead you on a journey that surpasses all other journeys…this is the way of victorious Life, conquering death and sin, because Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.
Ecclesiastes 1, Jonah, Psalm 139, Isaiah 43, Luke 13:22-30, John 13:33-16:33, Acts 1:7-11, 2 Cor 12:1-5, Rev 3:20-22, Rev 21 & 22.
So, where are you going?
Have you been to the largest shopping centre in the modern metropolis?
Have you ever traveled to far away strange exotic places?
Have you ever traveled to the corners of the globe?
Have you ever traveled to the middle of the earth’s core?
Have you flown to the next galaxy?
Have you been to the next suburb in your city?
Have you been to the bad side of town?
Have you knocked on your neighbour’s door?
Have you visited the local orphanage or nursing home or the homeless shelter?
Have you ever stepped into the shoes of another person?
Have you visited a church in a different culture and worshipped in a different language?
Some people have frequent flyer points that run into the millions.
Some people have never been outside a 5km radius from their house.
Some people have never flown in an airplane.
Some people have never ridden a bicycle.
Some people have never seen snow.
Some people have never seen a car.
Some people have walked thousands of kilometers.
Some people live in high altitudes.
Some people live on land that is reclaimed from the sea.
In this Journey called Life, I have been blessed to go on many sojourns.
Many external journeys traverse the 3 dimensional space of length, width, height, that measures distance and even the 4 dimensional, which is Time.
Yet there is another journey, an internal, an unseen spiritual seeking. A pursuit, a discovery, an adventure, which is known only to me in my heart. The pilgrim’s progress.
For some people, they spend lots of effort, money and time going on external journeys. Yet there is very little movement in their internal journey.
There are people who have rarely stepped out of the physical domains that they inhabit, yet those enclosures cannot limit their soaring spiritual travails which bring them to beautiful faraway places outside the realms of space and time. Seeking the eternal.
There is someone who has traveled from heaven to earth. He has been everywhere, from the beginning of time to the end of time. He is a space traveler, time traveler, dream traveler, even been to Hell and back literally! Yet this great avid explorer chooses to come and live in my heart. It doesn’t matter where you have been. If you will let him in, Jesus will lead you on a journey that surpasses all other journeys…this is the way of victorious Life, conquering death and sin, because Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.
Ecclesiastes 1, Jonah, Psalm 139, Isaiah 43, Luke 13:22-30, John 13:33-16:33, Acts 1:7-11, 2 Cor 12:1-5, Rev 3:20-22, Rev 21 & 22.
So, where are you going?
Riddle
A Riddle of life and death.
It is not what you do or don’t do. It is knowing the right answer.
I have disobeyed like Jonah hundreds of times.
I have despaired like Elijah thousands of times.
I have doubted like Thomas tens of thousands of times.
I have denied Jesus like Peter millions of times.
Who am I?
I am the worst of sinners.
I have murdered, stolen, slandered, deceived, lusted, envied, hated and rebelled.
And even if I haven’t, I fail the perfect standard of God’s law just by being self-centred.
I know I deserve death.
But, despite my failures, my weaknesses and my sin, he loves me. I know that I cannot live by my own standards that do not measure up to the perfect standard of God. And because I realise that I am unworthy, he made a way for me. He paid the price for me.
I am saved by grace. And I am thankful.
My name is Grace and I know Jesus. He is my God. And so much more. He is Life, my best friend, my everything.
I live by the blood that Jesus poured out for me on the cross;
Therefore I lay down my life and take up my cross to follow him.
This is the paradox of being a follower of Christ Jesus.
This is faith in the love that transcends all understanding.
Love that was willing to die for a sinner just like me and just like you.
Faith in the resurrection power of the only man who conquered death.
Jesus of Nazareth.
The only perfect man who claimed that he is God.
Do you believe? Do you want to believe?
He does not say that he knows the truth.
He says that he IS the Truth.
I believe what he says is true.
I believe that he is Truth.
And Righteousness is by faith alone.
I am not perfect, but I know who has made me righteous.
Do you know him?
Do you want to know my Jesus?
I pray that you will… because I believe in miracles.
It is not what you do or don’t do. It is knowing the right answer.
I have disobeyed like Jonah hundreds of times.
I have despaired like Elijah thousands of times.
I have doubted like Thomas tens of thousands of times.
I have denied Jesus like Peter millions of times.
Who am I?
I am the worst of sinners.
I have murdered, stolen, slandered, deceived, lusted, envied, hated and rebelled.
And even if I haven’t, I fail the perfect standard of God’s law just by being self-centred.
I know I deserve death.
But, despite my failures, my weaknesses and my sin, he loves me. I know that I cannot live by my own standards that do not measure up to the perfect standard of God. And because I realise that I am unworthy, he made a way for me. He paid the price for me.
I am saved by grace. And I am thankful.
My name is Grace and I know Jesus. He is my God. And so much more. He is Life, my best friend, my everything.
I live by the blood that Jesus poured out for me on the cross;
Therefore I lay down my life and take up my cross to follow him.
This is the paradox of being a follower of Christ Jesus.
This is faith in the love that transcends all understanding.
Love that was willing to die for a sinner just like me and just like you.
Faith in the resurrection power of the only man who conquered death.
Jesus of Nazareth.
The only perfect man who claimed that he is God.
Do you believe? Do you want to believe?
He does not say that he knows the truth.
He says that he IS the Truth.
I believe what he says is true.
I believe that he is Truth.
And Righteousness is by faith alone.
I am not perfect, but I know who has made me righteous.
Do you know him?
Do you want to know my Jesus?
I pray that you will… because I believe in miracles.
imagination
Imagination…
Is both a curse and a blessing.
Why curse? Because it is torture and anguish to think and feel things that do not exist in the ordinary, in the natural, but is a possibility that you can conceive beyond the physical.
When you can imagine the most delicate suffering and pain, or the horrors of the unknown yet perceived in your other senses. Of evil and the furthermost nether point imaginable on the scale that divides holiness from the unholy and the depths of the abyss where wretchedness, chaos and perdition reign kingless.
Why blessing? Because it is to soar beyond the mundane, to touch the heights of glory and taste strange wonders that are too marvellous to describe. Of beauty that takes your breath away and you wish that you did not have to breathe anymore on this damaged earth. To see the eternal life that will exist and exists even right now, although on a different plane that is hidden from others with lesser imaginations.
I am prone to hyperbole and the numinous. Forgive me if what I say makes little sense. In a sense you are safe, and in another sense, you are pitiable.
I used to envy those who went on their merry little ways everyday, doing their ordinary tasks with cheer and fortitude. Then I realised that my imagination allowed me a glimpse of the bliss that is to come, and I am thankful for revelation and favour. Because I know there is hope that surpasses all understanding, above all the brokenness that you and I can see in this world.
Despite the fear and turmoil that is stirred up by my imagination, the gruesome and pessimistic is but a foreshadowing of what will be even more terrible on the Day of Judgement: the eternal separation of all that is good from all that is not. And if this imagination that seizes with trembling and sheer terror causes me to run to the shelter of the only one who can save me, then it has done me the greatest good.
Many who cannot see the danger perish. Lured and deceived, they are secure on quicksand. If you believe that you do not need rescuing, then you can’t be rescued involuntarily.
My imagination is no fiction though many dismiss it as such. There may well be more truth in the immeasurable and the infinite than in the describable quantities that are limited to what is known and understood by mortals. I believe.
Faith is the substance of unseen things hoped for that are yet to come.
It is not merely ethereal, it will be more real than the things that we rely on our 5 senses to perceive right here right now, in my imagined future reality there and then. Can’t you imagine it? I pray that you will.
Do not walk by the false blinding light of this world any longer. Seek the true source and the love that paid the ultimate sacrifice for you. Jesus said, “Come, follow me.” Perfect love casts out all fear.
He has put eternity in the hearts of all people. Don’t be short-changed.
In my imagination, there exists no more doubt or argument, no ‘buts’, only amazed awe, “Amen!”.
My perfect God is so good. Thank you Jesus. I love you…because you first loved me.
Is both a curse and a blessing.
Why curse? Because it is torture and anguish to think and feel things that do not exist in the ordinary, in the natural, but is a possibility that you can conceive beyond the physical.
When you can imagine the most delicate suffering and pain, or the horrors of the unknown yet perceived in your other senses. Of evil and the furthermost nether point imaginable on the scale that divides holiness from the unholy and the depths of the abyss where wretchedness, chaos and perdition reign kingless.
Why blessing? Because it is to soar beyond the mundane, to touch the heights of glory and taste strange wonders that are too marvellous to describe. Of beauty that takes your breath away and you wish that you did not have to breathe anymore on this damaged earth. To see the eternal life that will exist and exists even right now, although on a different plane that is hidden from others with lesser imaginations.
I am prone to hyperbole and the numinous. Forgive me if what I say makes little sense. In a sense you are safe, and in another sense, you are pitiable.
I used to envy those who went on their merry little ways everyday, doing their ordinary tasks with cheer and fortitude. Then I realised that my imagination allowed me a glimpse of the bliss that is to come, and I am thankful for revelation and favour. Because I know there is hope that surpasses all understanding, above all the brokenness that you and I can see in this world.
Despite the fear and turmoil that is stirred up by my imagination, the gruesome and pessimistic is but a foreshadowing of what will be even more terrible on the Day of Judgement: the eternal separation of all that is good from all that is not. And if this imagination that seizes with trembling and sheer terror causes me to run to the shelter of the only one who can save me, then it has done me the greatest good.
Many who cannot see the danger perish. Lured and deceived, they are secure on quicksand. If you believe that you do not need rescuing, then you can’t be rescued involuntarily.
My imagination is no fiction though many dismiss it as such. There may well be more truth in the immeasurable and the infinite than in the describable quantities that are limited to what is known and understood by mortals. I believe.
Faith is the substance of unseen things hoped for that are yet to come.
It is not merely ethereal, it will be more real than the things that we rely on our 5 senses to perceive right here right now, in my imagined future reality there and then. Can’t you imagine it? I pray that you will.
Do not walk by the false blinding light of this world any longer. Seek the true source and the love that paid the ultimate sacrifice for you. Jesus said, “Come, follow me.” Perfect love casts out all fear.
He has put eternity in the hearts of all people. Don’t be short-changed.
In my imagination, there exists no more doubt or argument, no ‘buts’, only amazed awe, “Amen!”.
My perfect God is so good. Thank you Jesus. I love you…because you first loved me.
Tuesday's child?
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
The Wanderer/Wonderer
To all the nomads, runaways, sojourners and pilgrims.
Put down roots?
“A rolling stone gathers no moss”
I’ve been told.
But whether moss is a good thing
(or not)
is a matter of interpretation?
Put down roots?
Stay put in one place
Actually start finding
My niche, my corner
My spot in the sun
Seen the sights
Heard the sounds
Where’s home?
Where’s my base?
A thousand names,
A million faces,
Who’s my neighbour?
Who am I a neighbour to?
Put down roots?
Beyond moss…
Will this seed grow?
Shall this sapling mature?
Can this tree flourish?
I don’t know (I… don’t know)
Where on earth (Where? On earth?)
Call me…home. (Call me, home)
Put down roots?
“A rolling stone gathers no moss”
I’ve been told.
But whether moss is a good thing
(or not)
is a matter of interpretation?
Put down roots?
Stay put in one place
Actually start finding
My niche, my corner
My spot in the sun
Seen the sights
Heard the sounds
Where’s home?
Where’s my base?
A thousand names,
A million faces,
Who’s my neighbour?
Who am I a neighbour to?
Put down roots?
Beyond moss…
Will this seed grow?
Shall this sapling mature?
Can this tree flourish?
I don’t know (I… don’t know)
Where on earth (Where? On earth?)
Call me…home. (Call me, home)
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