Friday, 10 November 2017

Let me see his beauty and more

Let me see his beauty and more,
As I do my duty until I reach the shore
Of everlasting, of the never-ending days
Of glory, wrapped in eternal love.
O my King, the faithful One,
Comfort me with your words of love,
I weep for the days I have grieved thee
I thank you for forgiving me.
May I rest in your love and more
And I'll carry my cross until I reach your shores.


Monday, 10 July 2017

Miscellanies 105

Thank you God for saving me. Thank you for loving me with an everlasting love. My soul rejoices at your warmth. I know that you will never forsake me. You are my rock of ages, the One whom I depend on. You are my defender, you are my love. May I live a life worthy of the life in which you have called me. I am nothing, but out of nothing, you create beautiful things. I am yours and you are mine. May I live each day in sweet fellowship, always feeling the joy of my salvation and the radiance of your love.


Tuesday, 30 May 2017

Miscellanies 104

I love to be in heaven, to be in that place where there is already a room prepared for me. I wonder what awaits me in the room if indeed I will spend much time there except to sleep. Each day will I see Jesus or will I be with the angels conversing about all things until it is my turn to come before the throne? O wonderful days are to come, that now my hospitality will not be cold but warm and friendly to all. My time here on this earth will also be spent in pleasing God and loving humanity. There is all kind of evils on this earth and it is indeed an awful thing. In heaven and in the new earth, suffering will reside in hell and will have no place in paradise. Injustice will be dead!


Monday, 22 May 2017

I knew a sad boy

I knew a sad boy who no longer thought much about this world. His gaze was always towards heaven, towards the light. But he didn't think of heaven as a physical place where existence continues long into the night, but his heaven was nothingness. He saw his life at present to be meaningless and wanted his flickering flames to be blown out as one blows out the light of a candle. He longed for this nothingness, for this non-conscienceness in the dark. His nights were spent blowing out candles in the darkness of his room whilst he spent his days by the river gazing at the sky. He was all alone, he had no desire for friendship or fellowship. He was altogether happy in his sadness. I spoke to him on a few occasions to try to wake him to the present but he always hugged me and said that he will never change. It was such a pity for he was a winsome boy, one who had an air of greatness about them and undoubtedly would have done this world some good. But he longed for nothingness.


Thursday, 9 February 2017

Miscellanies 103

The Lord is kind to me, but I am unkind to him. I am unkind because often I neglect him and forget his benefits. I run away from his promises and pursue my own dreams.

Every morning He kisses me with grace and mercy. He allows me to live in His love and so many times I have failed to abide in His love. Yet He pursues me, He chases after me, He prunes me and much less than I deserve, He disciplines me. O, for more of the rod! There are others more holy who are yet under greater strokes than rebellious me.

He is kind to me and I pray each day to be obedient to His ways. For His yoke is easy and His burden light. Let me do away with my own burden and take His upon me, how light should I feel. Very light indeed as if floating through the air of worry.


Saturday, 28 January 2017

Miscellanies 102

Now that I am in the 28th year of my life, my soul is still not as holy as it should be. I feel no advancement in flesh and soul, but a stagnation. Perhaps I am being too harsh on myself, too critical because I expect more, yet I have failed miserably. In all this, I am still full of zeal to advance, to accomplish my dreams, to forget past mistakes, to move ahead and glorify God before I breathe my last. 

I have forgotten to write. I have left off the commentaries, the poems, the fiction, the miscellanies, the encouragements. For a while, I lost all faith in my talent even though it was only one talent, yet a talent nevertheless. And the master that I serve expects me to put this to good use and not shelve it. O poor me, but do not pity me, I have been hidden from the light, I have been in the darkness although not entirely. 

I have aims and objectives to accomplish this year, and each is beyond my means that they must be accomplished by faith. I have to take risks because, without the taken of risks, no man ever accomplished anything. I must be willing to face loss in whatever shape she kisses me. I must embrace her but not let failure defeat me or bury me in the grave of hopelessness. 
True, in this life we live but a little and die too soon. We die unexpectedly or die with regrets. Let my last gaze at the sun be full of cheer on the dawn of my departure. Let me welcome eternity with a bright smile. Let me love this old earth with joy inexpressible spreading the fragrance of Christ to every soul. Let me love well and sleep well in the peace of Christ. Let me write well; dear Lord, let me serve well!


I am empty without you my Lord

I am empty without you my Lord Without you I am nothing.  May I not forget you when I wake May I keep you with me through the day And may I ...