Life in a dead hope

5613310391490960143She was his only daughter

A child like no other

On the verge of death

He left her to seek the Healer

“Don’t bother Him” they said

“She’s already gone” they cried

But Jesus increased his faith

Talita was raised from the dead

 

He was on the way to the grave

Her only son, her future now tainted

He is wrapped ready to be buried

When Jesus stopped the mourners

“Arise!” He lifted the boy’s hands

Helping him to his feet on the ground

 

The corpse stunk after 4 days

Death entered the house of Jesus’ friends

Lazarus was much loved until Jesus wept

Then He shouted, “Lazarus come out!”

Wrapped in grave clothes, he emerged to the light

 

Now here are these dry bones

Could there be hope for them?

Their flesh eaten by the ground

Their bones dried by desert sun

“Could these bones live?” He asked

“Only YOU know” I replied

So He spoke the word

Then these very dry bones rattled and joined

Tendons, muscles and skin

Then He spoke another word

A breath of life entered into the slain

 

Yes my God is Sovereign

Giving life to all His children

I choose to put my trust in Him!  

 

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Possible is not impossible

 

impossible-just-wordI once read a phrase 

Something that a word uttered

“I’m possible”, said the Impossible

The first part made it difficult

“I am”, signified my ability

When I saw matters

Through the eyes of probability

0 in 1 was the chance

A place where hope can’t be found

 

I had to drop the ‘I am’

It only revealed my weakness and shame

Making my impossible possible

Chaining all my hope in its jail

 

But where can I find this ‘possible’

If looking inside me has made me crumble?

 

I gazed up to the heavens

And faced towards Him

“With man it may be impossible” He said,

“But with God, all things are possible”

 

For Him,

No distance is too wide

No mountain is too high

No burden is too heavy

Nothing can make Him weary

 

For He is,

Strong, powerful and mighty

Sovereign, kind and holy

Awesome loving and wonderful

Just and faithful

That is my King!

 

So it’s no longer ‘I am’ but ‘Him’

For with my God all things are possible!

“For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen.” – Romans.11:36

 

 

Still i will praise You

my eyes may grow dim

Gazing on the sky

Watching and waiting

For clouds that may never appear 

 

Still i will praise You

Your faithfulness is true

i know You will come through

 

The fig tree may fail to bud

And no grapes be found on the vines

When the earth is all dry

And fail to produce the crop

While the stalls and pen give away

Their sheep and cattle

As it’s all left barren

For everything is broken

 

Still i will praise You

Your faithfulness is true

i know You will come through

 

The Father of lights shines through

To mend every broken heart

To straighten every crooked path

To breathe new life

To the cold and empty land

 

Still i will praise You

Your faithfulness is true

i knew You would come through

 

If You hadn’t risen

i would be most pitied

But now i live to tell

The glorious splendour

Of Your majesty and grace

 

Again i will praise You

Your faithfulness is sure

i knew You would come through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LOVE

During one of the many days that we discussed deep life matters with a friend, she asked me to define ‘love’. In this modern world, love has taken so many faces and meanings, often associated with romantic love. I replied to my friend with a Bible verse, quoting Paul from 1st Corinthians.13

“4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

Yet  today, I thought more about the origin and life of love and here is what I have meditated on:

Love was born in the lowliest cot

When Love deserved a king’s court

Love came not to be served

From birth Love was servant hearted

 

Love was obedient to lay down the crown

To step aside from the throne, for the sake of man

Love didn’t argue, Love was full of trust

Love was very much aware of the Father’s heart

 

Love grew, in grace and height

Love learnt to speak, read and write

Love’s language was a beautiful sight

 

Love was humble and meek

Cared for the poor on the street

Hugged the outcast and destitute

 

Love didn’t have a home

Love dwelled in the hearts of the congregation

Love faced hardship and rejection

But never gave up, love had strong conviction

 

Love was not afraid

Love confronted the evil and wicked

Yet love was full of compassion

Love renewed the broken hearted

 

Love was betrayed and denied

As the Father turned His face aside

Love was alone for the first time

 

Love cried for alternative plan

But knew the deal only Love could suffice

Love chose in the Father’s arms to abide

 

Love took the lashes

Love faced the shame

Love was rejected

Love had to pay the ultimate price

 

Love didn’t see the bleed in His hands

Love was still chasing your lost heart

As the thorns pierced through His skull

Love called you by name and said “it is done!”

 

The 21st Century Book of Acts

If there was a book to be written 

Of the plight, pain and persecution 

That my brothers and sisters are facing

Who has the gut to read from start to end

Who would reward them the crown of a saint?

 

They seem so ordinary or even less

Despised by all declared as fools

Why pay such a high price

Why waste your only life?

 

Tortured, beaten and crushed

Orphaned, despised and chained

With years of hard labour and ultimately death

 

It may be hard to imagine

From the comfort of our homes

But we are one body of Christ

Joint and knit together, we have a bond

 

If all their stories were to be told

And all their plight in detail

The fearful dark nights

The tears of losing loved ones

And the unity and love the Spirit provides

Would you read that book??

“There was once a fiddler who played so beautifully that everybody danced. A deaf man who could not hear the music considered them all insane. Those who are with Jesus in suffering hear this music to which other men are deaf. They dance and do not care if they are considered insane.” – Richard Wurmbrand, Victorious Faith 

NB- Richard Wurmbrand suffered severe persecution under the communist regime and once released started organisations to help Christians facing persecution around the world. 

For more information, visit: www.releaseinternational.org 

Tired of waiting?

You’ve been waiting all day long 

Your eyes have grown dim 

Your legs grown numb 

Your throat has dried up

With the scorching heat of the sun 

 

When you prayed for hope

A glimpse of rain or cloud

You fear this may be your last

 

When it all becomes unbearable

And your eyes can only behold

The dryness of the land

 

Don’t lose hope keep it burning

It may flicker and grow cold

But it won’t ever turn off

For He is faithful God

 

He will provide the oil for your lamp

Peace for your mind and rest for your heart

Hold on to Him, He will never disappoint

He is faithful to those who trust.

 

 

True Worship

1 Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God – this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is – His good, pleasing and perfect will.” – Roman.12:1-2

Oh Most Holy God

Your eyes are pure to behold evil

So let our true worship be

A sacrifice of body, soul and spirit

Fitting for the King of kings!

 

Not that of Cain

Lest we perish and die

But that of faithful Abel

In whose sacrifice

The fire of God delight. Amen.

My Light

Even when the steps ahead are blurred

The road is dark and my torch flickering

Light of the world, I know You will lead

 

Even when the enemy whisper in my ears

And deafen me with condemnations

You are not worth the cost of His blood

You are not worth the price

For this very reason, I know Christ died

 

Even when my heart is confused

Trying to find a breakthrough

By attempting to figure out

The meaning of this life

And what I’m supposed to be

Here I am to live for His glory

 

Even when questions linger on my mind

When the answers seem mysteries to find

I know one thing today

Though He died for my sins

That old, wretched, blood stained cross

Is the reason of my existence

 

Even when my identity is just on a card

And my sense of belonging has been gone far

Feeling so out of place in this foreign land

Now I found a place to hide

A sanctuary for my soul to abide 

 

Now He lives, the King of Kings

Seated on the throne

To lead His children home

I don’t deserve it at all

But to His free gift of grace to say no?

Is foolishness, as though I can please Him on my own

 

Jesus will lead the way, oh yes He will

To those who trust Him

No matter how deaf or blind

No matter how slow or fast the steps

Willingness of a broken heart is all He asks. 

 

 

Be Thou my vision

living water

we search for wells to satisfy us

only to find ourselves thirst again

run to the shower in our bathtub

when we can be cleansed in His rain

look for peace in the tiny streams the world offers

when His everlasting water fall is sufficient to heal our pain

 

should the people of God run away

from the very name that signifies their sonship? – CHRISTian

do we not often neglect why we are here?

when Him turns to me and His to mine

when we decide to take charge of our minds

forgetting that i was crucified with Christ 

and this life i now live is no longer mine

 

let us hold fast to His grace so we can shine

like the sun in the day and the stars at night

that our cups may overflow and flood all around

let the cross never depart from before our eyes

that the world may see we are the temple of the Holy One!

 

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” – Galatians.2:20

 

Christ’s love

I often find myself singing

How I love You my King

How much You mean to me

How wonderful You are

 

Yet when I think and ponder

What love means to You

And what You have done for me

Lord my fallible words melt to nothing

 

It was You who showed me

Unconditional love

Marred to give me beauty

Died, so I can live eternally

 

What then?

Should I stop singing?

No! But I will sing of Your love

Of how You saved my life

Not how much I love You

Or what I do for You

Because its incomparable God.