Friday, January 28, 2011

My Cherished Bride
I will always keep my promises
Every word I speak is divine truth
I will never dissappoint u if u learn to wait on my perfect timing

Your prince whom u trust

The words above gives me much consolation.
It has been a long time since I wrote here.
I have been going through a lot.
It felt like I have been on a rollercoaster ride
For the longest time but this time
Alone in the desert
For those of you who feels the same
That the journey is becoming too tiring
The desert you tread on seems endless
Keep hoping
Keep pressing on
One day
Your prince will deliver you out of the desert
When all seems lost
We still have hope
Hope will keep us going
And it will be our light in the darkness

My Cherished Bride
Wait on me, He says
I'll never forsake you.

Sunday, January 9, 2011


I want to run but I can't
I want to feel but I can't
I feel trapped beyond my core
I feel breathing is even harder than before
I feel but I don't know what to feel anymore
Is this the result of waiting
Trying to be still is my greatest weakness
I want to come home
Something is hindering
I cannot ignore
Something greater is forming
That is my hope
Love faith hope
They're all beyond my strength
All I'm left with is loyalty
I hope that's enough for me
If not I pray you breathe life into me

Friday, January 7, 2011

Old Letters

The good old days
I'm reminded of
Feelings buried
Deep within
Never to be revealed
It's better to forget
The pain and cherish
The beauty of a memory
Old letters are bygones
Precious and truthful
A fragment of one's life
To be kept in that
Old box till the day
I die and we part

A New Start

I remember the days of stage
Swaying my hips trying to remember my lines
Telling about the old wise man
Who was kind enough to sow a seed of peace
Harmonizing with the tunes of leleng playing at the background
I smile as I reminisce those rare moments
Doing my nation and my Lord proud
Oh how I miss it
The storytelling days are gone
Now it's time to live my story

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Look at my Heart

Don't condemn me by my tattoo,
Don't despise me by my scruffy clothes,
Don't criticise me by my unusual toenail colours,
Don't scrutinise me by my quirky hairdos,
Don't ignore me by my smelly odour,
Don't forsake me by my handicapped limbs,
Don't hate me by my skin colour,
Don't crucify me by my different ways

You don't know my life story,
You don't know my history

Don't judge me by my appearance
But instead
Look at my heart

Luke 6:37
Judge not and you shall not be judged. Condemn not and you shall not be condemned.

As the saying goes, don't judge a book by its cover.

Monday, January 3, 2011

My Artist

I am my Artist’s brush,
Free to be twirled and stroked as He wish,
Let His greatness shine through my nothingness,
Let His graciousness work through my weak bristles

I am only a tool for His works,
Ever ready to perform without boundaries,
His paint flows abundantly to mere creatures,
Creating imageries that otherwise none can see

My artist takes care of me,
He washes and purges me clean,
He put me on canvas to show His artistic flair
Awe in the eyes of those who never knew Him

His work shall go beyond the cloisters of monks
Right through the slums and the corals of the sea
A majestic creation that illumines the darkness of Monalisa
Putting even a smile to Van Gogh’s lonely, starry night

I shall wait till the days when I am worn out
Still He would never forsake me
He shall remember His precious old brush
He shall carve a Golden box for me to stay