20110131 Haiku

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Makes me an addict.

20110126 One Day At A Time

2 Samuel 22:31
“As for God, his way is perfect: The LORD’s word is flawless; he shields all who take refuge in him.
Psalm 59:16
But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.


I wake up this morning with a positive tone
telling me that it will come to pass.

I am not to do anything,
nor think of ways to deal with the what ifs.

Gently eased out frightening thoughts of what might happen
and where it will lead out of my life.

I can get inside the cave and just lie still
until everything calms down.

At this time in my life,
I have learned to believe
and live one day at a time.

20110122 Alternative Lifestyle

Time is wasting, 

call it resting.

Time is used,

blogs perused.

Let time run its course.

Gently steer the oars.

Need I choose some course of action

Need not I run out of options

There it went my time

In exchange for words that rhyme.

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.



written: Wednesday, July 21, 2010 at 4:36am

Storm Speak To Me

Can hear it,
can feel it,
can only step back and watch
as the repeated hammer blows of gusting winds pounded on this tree.

Step back, get out of the way.
Allow my child to bend in the winds of life a little more.
Allow mistakes and the resulting consequences to happen,
though it is hard to let go;

The day after,
a tree, pleasing to the sight.
grow, spreading tree,

grow leafy tree, grow tall
and All shall sit in your shade...


written: Friday, September 24, 2010 at 3:14am

A Feast

My spirit feasted on testimonies in Good TV.

I am amazed at  how God worked in the lives of Malaysia's

prominent Chinese businessmen.

So far, I've heard of two.

It is God who chooses His believers.

According to this businessman,

one can only wait for God to take everything

that man depends on, be it health,wealth or fame

for man to know who God is.

That God is dependable, and He provides for 

all man's needs.

God is at work in people's lives.

To let man see the truth

and set them free from bondage

of their misbeliefs...

I am sitting here, and watching.

Who is next?

Who is going to struggle in pain and agony,

fighting the uncontrollable urge to be in control

of his life?

Who is going to try to help in vain?

Who is going to question why one should go through such pain?

I can sit and watch because I know who is behind all these.

I can sit and watch because I know it shall soon come to pass.

I can sit and watch because I know it is a process

that one must go through, 

to live a life worth living.

The new life that God wanted us all to have.

Life in Him, abundant and free.

written:Tuesday, October 12, 2010 at 5:18pm

Woe,Woo,Woe,Woo,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

coaching?

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. )

written:Wednesday, October 13, 2010