Thursday 12 March 2015

More than life

I love Jesus more than life.

And for every moment I just want to pour out all of myself to Him.
His bride waits for Him to come again.

I am turning my attention away from all men because He is the only one who captivated my heart.

And God is more than just the King I worship. He is my Father.

It's only the fourth day of internship but my heart is so full and the out pouring revelation I had in that small prayer room has wrecked me so many ways.

I love the Trinity. I love I love

Saturday 7 March 2015

My Lob

I'm a very impulsive person. If you don't know...

So I woke up one day and I decided to cut my hair.
I have a lob now!

Wednesday 4 March 2015

PENHOP

Penang House of Prayer 

Tuesday night / Harp and Bowl session 


The vision of this prayer room is quoted from the the book Isaiah:

"These I will bring to my holy mountain 
and give them joy in my house of prayer.
Their burnt offerings and sacrifices
will be accepted on my altar;
For my house will be called 
a house of prayer of all nations."

Isaiah: fifty-six verse seven 


The fear of the Lord is so real in this place
You will know this bunch really honors His name
Three days a week of reverent worship 
sacrificial incense burnt unto Him 
May our voices of proclamation of who You are 
Sweet and pleasing to Your ears Lord
May You take great delight and dwell in us



Bitter

I am rather flustered, frustrated
"guard your heart" as the ghost of the echo demands,
begging me to refrain from it anticipates.
I'm guessing that must be the fear of pain

time is ticking and I know there is
no time left to build my shield.
perhaps nothing can be done to acquaint the
torment of loneliness that is soon to hunt me dow.
I can almost see it,
of how it is going to sneak in
in the dead of night and devour me alive,
how I would scream and look at the blanks 
of the four walls that's intend to keep myself safe.
but they will only stare me back with nothingness 
and answer my needs with silence.

But if I would just shut my eyes
and gaze on You, my first love,
maybe I will remember what you've warned me,
"affection is expensive, it has a price to pay"

Maybe a part of me still want to 
nibble on what is still tasteful.
but I know when the day arrived,
it would be too late to spit it all out.
and perhaps
I will start to wonder how something that started off so sweet
can even taste so painfully bitter.

Maybe, 
the poor girl Agnes will be more careful
what she choose to relish on that day onwards.

The price she paid was too high. 




27/01/2015

what a painful lesson.