a song
Looking in the mirror,
I see a worthless figure,
Trying hard to understand,
Why you say your love won't end.
I might never come to a conclusion,
Just holding on to the loving decision,
That you will wait for me,
Because you think I'm worth it.
I give you my word,
I will wait for you.
Can't put on a disguise,
And say that all will be alright.
I wish the world for you,
Though not all will come true,
Take heart, I have made a promise,
I will wait for you.
Never felt this way before,
Mixed emotions welling up inside.
Don't know how to handle it,
Want to be led by His Spirit.
It's so hard to stick to the rules,
But I've come so far in loving you.
In setting my affections on Him,
And found my love for you will not grow thin.
Winds will threaten,
Storms will challenge,
But still I see and feel the sun's rays,
Warming up our hearts.
for S
js
KL, April 15th, 1998
Wednesday, April 15, 1998
Friday, April 10, 1998
what I see
I saw you,
Across the room.
Another face in the crowd,
Through a mesh of meets and programmes.
Thought nothing more than,
"Here's one who loves her Lord."
I saw you,
Across the room.
A familiar face in the crowd,
A meeting of many.
The birth of a vision, a dream of unity,
Of many hands joined.
Strangers perhaps, but one in God.
Offering yourself as a vessel,
Our hands working the same plough.
I look at you,
From across the bridge our hearts have made,
And see each time you held me up.
When every voice said, "Quit!"
You took my hand and shone a light.
When all I heard was, "Impossible!"
You held me and said, "That's God's mission."
When my prayers could find no words,
There was a place for them, down on your knees.
When my fears and hurts overwhelmed,
Your silent understanding spoke volumes.
In your eyes I see love, care and acceptance,
Of which I scarcely deserve.
I look at me and see your imprint upon my life,
Each time carved and marked with His love.
If I should look for an angel,
I need go no further than you.
For in You I see Jesus,
His love evident through your life.
And when I look at you,
I see my beauty, the one I love.
for J
sč
KL, 1998
Across the room.
Another face in the crowd,
Through a mesh of meets and programmes.
Thought nothing more than,
"Here's one who loves her Lord."
I saw you,
Across the room.
A familiar face in the crowd,
A meeting of many.
The birth of a vision, a dream of unity,
Of many hands joined.
Strangers perhaps, but one in God.
Offering yourself as a vessel,
Our hands working the same plough.
I look at you,
From across the bridge our hearts have made,
And see each time you held me up.
When every voice said, "Quit!"
You took my hand and shone a light.
When all I heard was, "Impossible!"
You held me and said, "That's God's mission."
When my prayers could find no words,
There was a place for them, down on your knees.
When my fears and hurts overwhelmed,
Your silent understanding spoke volumes.
In your eyes I see love, care and acceptance,
Of which I scarcely deserve.
I look at me and see your imprint upon my life,
Each time carved and marked with His love.
If I should look for an angel,
I need go no further than you.
For in You I see Jesus,
His love evident through your life.
And when I look at you,
I see my beauty, the one I love.
for J
sč
KL, 1998
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