Sunday, October 01, 2006

-the promise.-

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling

Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held

If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

This is what it means to be held
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held





wholly follow You on repeat mode.
the sign keeps flashing before me
was being reminded of the promise


stayed home today. watched tv, surfed the net and basically, wasted my time away
okay. not really.
called up a few people. talked to them. replied mails. played the guitar. sang a little and thought about a whole lot of stuff.
have you ever msn-ed God ?
it's amusing, really.

i just write all that i want to Him.
wait for His reply (sometimes it comes a little slow, sometimes it never comes at all)
crush up that piece of paper
and taa-daa
the hurt, rantings, complains
are all given to God.


read a book today too. "funny farm"
and it reminded me of something that happened some time ago.
if you guys know me and saw my phone before.
the profile is always "HCILJLYTM"
many people ask me what does that means.
and when i tell them the answer, they just give me the "oh, sure" look.
i thought about that phrase today (told ya i did a lot of thinking)
and it sort of coincides with yesterday's message.
the different love languages.
mine is quality time ! hahaha


i guess Jesus took time to go discover the different love language of different people.
He healed the woman with the issue of blood.
He turned water into wine.
He spent time with His disciples.
He died on the cross for all our sins.
He promised to hold us whenever we fall.


and so i made a promise to myself.
whoever i meet, wherever i go.
HCILJLYTM

=))


| s a n d y wrote this down @ 01:13|

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