These are the days of Elijah
Declaring the Word of the Lord

And these are the days of Your servant Moses
Righteousness being restored

And though these are days of great trials
Of famine and darkness and sword

Still we are the voice in the desert crying
Prepare ye the way of the Lord!

Behold He comes! Riding on the clouds!
Shining like the sun! At the trumpet call
Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!

And these are the days of Ezekiel
The dry bones becoming as flesh

And these are the days of Your servant David
Rebuilding a temple of praise

And these are the days of the harvest
The fields are as white in the world

And we are the labourers in Your vineyard
Declaring the Word of the Lord!

Behold He comes! Riding on the clouds!
Shining like the sun! At the trumpet call
Lift your voice! It's the year of Jubilee!
And out of Zion's hill salvation comes!

There's no God like Jehovah!

dropped by chibi's blog.
i'm reminded of,
how i'm stuck in a whirlpool;
of being so busy getting too busy.

i just really do need to pause every once in a while (:
to remember.

Your love,
it goes beyond the depths of the sea,
higher than the heavens.

Indescribable,
words cannot comprehend.
Your lovingkindess, lasting grace,
Your gentlemercies, unfailing love;
a beauty so profound.

how can i not love You?

so i pause and think, about the Lord,
what He's done,
what and whom He hath given,
i'm glad.

a family,
i know they'l stand by me in every circumstance,
come what may,
what storms, whatnots,
i know this is where i can fall back on.

cedarian,
how i miss being one
in that blue and grey..
but i am not sad.
because at least, till now, i'm holding hands with some of the best,
the most wonderful people i've ever met.

srjcian,
i feel like a bee!
woah, though hey..
i know i've got teachers whose efforts put in us shock me,
and i'm blessed to be in this class,
just that little bit of love.


the evenings back home,
on that slope.
the sun sets to my left and,
wow.
i watch the sky,
washed blue, a blue that's deepening.
He paints streaks,
of colours; orange, purple, pink.
i'm amazed, so amazed,
every time i gaze.
at the skies,
a piece of art.
i'm reminded of,
the Painter;
the Creator;
the Lord my God.