Worship

I got to write something before I go to sleep.
Like leaving a note for someone out there.
I do not have to know to whom specifically
maybe a friend who's kind enough to bear.

There are times when I just wanted to talk
but I know that people are not really paying attention
so there is really no point in asking someone
to sit in front of me for a conversation.

Reading as a sort of recreation;
writing comes from inspiration.
I am thankful for interests instead
to learn and dare to tread.

There is an audience who longs to hear.
Fact is, when I speak to Him it becomes a prayer.
That is what I do each time,
starting from the break of day.

The good thing is I do not have to convey
in language or words the things I want to say
It really doesn't matter to Him what I utter.
For I to him really matter.

There is another kind of companionship
Like a lunch date watching the ship
when Hubby took me to the Fisherman's Wharf
where I wished I brought my scarf.

Hubby regrets now his hair white with age
that he's not lived life a sage;
Captivated as he contemplates
reading Proverbs, Ecclesiastes
and the Analects.
Live and learn at any rate,
Thankful life's not lived in haste.

I can wait as he weights.
In faith,
There is an appointed time
Thankful too, for words that rhyme.
Albeit..

Inspired @9:00pm

20100515
This came during our chat with Debra
around 9pm my time 

To travel life's pathway
A journey without goals
A destination in life undetermined
in death for sure.

To not gain what is meant to be lost
As nothing to lose means gain.


He changes the heart
I know He does
for He changeth mine

Well-written Words have changed my life
My changed life needs well-written words to tell
Alas! While thoughts come in torrents,
Inspired, yet lacking for phrases to represent
I sit and anticipate to pound the keys
Its warmth attest to hours I wait
To seize the phrase conveyed by faith.

Good morning 20100516

Woe,Woo,Woe,Woo

I am humming that song.

That is the least I can do 

with all the woes that I can see.

Woe, Woo, Woe, Woo...

Who am I to worry

when My Father is so patient

wooing?

Who am I to hurry

when He is ever present

couching?

You want me to listen to your tales of woe

So I did with a feeling of awe.

An awe at how you embraced that state

believing you are paying what you owe(d).

I cannot cry with you in sorrow

nor respond, describing my own.

Not that I have not my share.

Just that I am freed to bear.

Do you really believe that it is there

when you close your eyes in prayer?

(This came after our chat with Arlene, my elementary

and high school classmate.  You are not far away. )

Thank God for Disappointments

It is not a welcome guest
but after having entertained countless of them,
It would just simply be unfair to the Giver
If I am not honest enough to admit
that there is a great blessing behind each one.

I thank God I didn't buy my citizenship early on,
I thank God I didn't get to take my CPA Board Exam
being a foreigner in the land of my birth
I thank God I didn't get admitted to AIM
I thank God that I was weak enough and fled
instead of hanging in there and strove
I thank God for giving me the chance to let go
because it is only through it all
that I got to hear the desire that He put in my heart.

To live this life designed for me
To have a son to pass this principle on
To make sure that my dear son learns
to just meet disappointment at the door
and entertain the one sitting inside,
the desire that He has put in his heart
to speak the truth that could set him free
to do what He has created him to be.