My, my.. how time goes by, marks of test papers before you, unequivocally knowing what kind of marks you gonna get. Assignments fill your table tops, piling as high as everest at land. Distressing with a device screen before you, typing your hearts aloud, not forgetting your revision book that lays infront too. This test, that test, when will it end? Gosh... rhythming rhyms, rehearsing dialogues, viv-a-visa the facts of history, it's much harder. It's just a way we get much mature too, absorbing much knowledge, stuffing it into our minds and soul. Still, put His Word first. Palpitating my hearts go wild, sighing at the part we all do, but take heed, myself, the joy of He is thy strength. Before you He reaches out His hand, waiting for thy to hold, strengthening thyself stronger than before, thy fortress rebuild and in Word it says, 'you are more than conquerors'. Be lifted up from the miry's clay, O Mighty, forever, I'll never be the same cos You came here, from the everlasting, to the world in need, the Father's only son. And so, my saying, 'the source of strength from you is beyond splendor, yet we were blind to even know it before.' A writing to encourage myself, when time comes when strength of one becomes lacking, I count on You :)
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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