This sea is full of storms, with more days cold than warm, The sky grey, day after day, The sun is somewhere above it all, but I fail to see its rays, Life without direction, tossed by the waves. This garden is dry land covered in weeds and thorns, Was I not planted in the good soil? I could have sworn, On this patch of land, nothing grows, The reason why is not known. Your light shines through in the darkest hour, Turning sweet what once was sour, You're my hope, the peace in my mind, A better foundation one could not find.
You gave me gold then took it away,
Replaced my joy with lonely days,
Yet from your path I will not stray,
I accept what you give, even if it's dark days,
Lead me down your narrow path,
Give me a strength and peace that lasts,
Extend your hand for me to grasp,
As I hide my hurt behind a happy mask,
I fall on my knees, bow my head and and pray,
Knowing very well you hear the words I say,
Lord, in the midst of pain and skies so grey,
Will you shape this formless lump of clay?
Who am I to question you?
My Abba Father, the God of truth,
If it's dark days that you lead me to,
Then it's dark days that I'll walk through.
Looking back at my memories, and seeing how much you all mean to me,
Through hurt, recovery and depression, you were my friends in forms one to three.
The friendship we had was everything I would want friendship to be,
Then depression took over, you tried to hold on, but you did so uncomfortably.
I guess the final straw only released what was brewing down below.
Yet being so focused on my own pain, how was I one to know?
Now you three are gone, and the many years can't fill this hole.
Why is is that I'm over 20, yet I still feel eleven years old?
That was when I had just started school, and everything was perfect.
A friendship with her, and
I was never one to cherish memories,
Whilst it was plain to see that those close to me cherished their time with me,
I never saw the same in me.
Or rather, I cherished our times deeply,
Yet memories never occurred to me as something that I needed to complete me.
Then I look back at memories of a little sister,
Friend or family, I surely miss her.
Closeness is a flaw in me, causing breakages in friendships like fissures.
I am strong but when I am broken I become needy.
And when I recover, it's so hard to change how people see me.
For they see the weak me, and not who I used to be; the strong me that they used to see.
My purpose is always a m
I have but one life to bring honour to your name,
Once chance to hear you say, "well done,"
Should I pursue glory and fame?
Though what good is it to gain the whole world but lose the Son?
If I gave you these broken pieces; this sin stained life,
Would you use it? Will you accept it as a pleasing sacrifice?
Will you teach me your ways? Walk with me all of my days?
Will I experience your warm embrace? Will you lead me to green pastures to graze?
Will you be proud? For I am not,
I give you these pieces, and they're I've got,
Will you take them and mold me?
Will you assemble these loose pieces and hold me?
Will you piece me together, and fill
You were there for many years,
The one who cried many tears,
You chose love above all else,
And placed people before yourself.
You were paranoid of those around you,
That they might approach and surround you,
Paranoid thoughts at night would hound you,
Thoughts that would never come true.
You were honest and wore your heart on your sleeve,
Love so easily given, but hard to receive,
Impulsive thoughts flooded your mind,
Along with memories you couldn't leave behind.
Your intentions had no fault,
You would strive to be a light; to be the earth's salt,
Yet your weakness was your flaw, your softness your downfall,
Goodbye forever, for you lost
It was never a good start, as I was born a sinner,
And I didn't always have this heart.
This double edged blade so sharp, I didn't always know how to wield it,
I was one living in the dark.
How great thou art, that you saved a sinner like me,
Even though you don't take sin lightly.
Your son was placed on that tree, so that I would be forgiven.
Now I've been set free.
I look at myself, and I don't like what I see,
Yet you made me to be like me.
I know for sure that in your sight, you see me as wonderfully made,
And when I think of that, it's so clear to see that I was made fearfully.
It was never a good start, until the restart;
Until Jesus
I've seen you use me, even though I'm so undeserved,
Yet seeing others built up makes it worth it,
Now I'm in a position to lead,
Yet only as a servant, one who washes people's feet.
Then comes the pride.
Is this for status? No, I'm here to serve you,
Yet this temptation is one I can not hide.
For you see all, you know my heart,
You knew it would bother me from the very start.
You gave me a joy in seeing groups have fellowship together,
Yet what happens when I place myself at the center?
It could cause fun times that could go on forever,
But into the circle of fellowship, such times will not enter.
One can promote themselves, and others wi
I'm no longer afraid to walk the narrow path ahead,
Every footstep guided by the one who said,
"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full",
So into the dark unknown I go,
Never sure of the terrain around me,
Always blinking, and seeing it change in an instant,
Yet I've built my house on the rock; God firmly grounds me,
So I've stood strong against every storm that life has sent,
Walking the path into the unknown,
Working through thorns that other people have sown,
Yet still not afraid to be open,
Vulnerability is a characteristic which through God has grown,
Never afraid to admit that I'm scared,
Scared when life becomes
Walking on this narrow road is unpleasant,
Yet at the end, I will enter your presence,
This road could end at any point or any time,
If it ended, would you be pleased with this life of mine?
There will be a day where I face the ground,
Where my legs tremble and I kneel down,
I will kneel down before the one who sits on the throne,
That day, the fear of the Lord will be truly known,
Will you say well done?
After my life passes through the fire, what will it become?
What will be left?
Will it become much less?
Yet surely it will pass the test.
I know who I follow,
Every second today, every second tomorrow,
The one with the scars in his hands,
T
This sea is full of storms, with more days cold than warm, The sky grey, day after day, The sun is somewhere above it all, but I fail to see its rays, Life without direction, tossed by the waves. This garden is dry land covered in weeds and thorns, Was I not planted in the good soil? I could have sworn, On this patch of land, nothing grows, The reason why is not known. Your light shines through in the darkest hour, Turning sweet what once was sour, You're my hope, the peace in my mind, A better foundation one could not find.
You gave me gold then took it away,
Replaced my joy with lonely days,
Yet from your path I will not stray,
I accept what you give, even if it's dark days,
Lead me down your narrow path,
Give me a strength and peace that lasts,
Extend your hand for me to grasp,
As I hide my hurt behind a happy mask,
I fall on my knees, bow my head and and pray,
Knowing very well you hear the words I say,
Lord, in the midst of pain and skies so grey,
Will you shape this formless lump of clay?
Who am I to question you?
My Abba Father, the God of truth,
If it's dark days that you lead me to,
Then it's dark days that I'll walk through.
Looking back at my memories, and seeing how much you all mean to me,
Through hurt, recovery and depression, you were my friends in forms one to three.
The friendship we had was everything I would want friendship to be,
Then depression took over, you tried to hold on, but you did so uncomfortably.
I guess the final straw only released what was brewing down below.
Yet being so focused on my own pain, how was I one to know?
Now you three are gone, and the many years can't fill this hole.
Why is is that I'm over 20, yet I still feel eleven years old?
That was when I had just started school, and everything was perfect.
A friendship with her, and
I was never one to cherish memories,
Whilst it was plain to see that those close to me cherished their time with me,
I never saw the same in me.
Or rather, I cherished our times deeply,
Yet memories never occurred to me as something that I needed to complete me.
Then I look back at memories of a little sister,
Friend or family, I surely miss her.
Closeness is a flaw in me, causing breakages in friendships like fissures.
I am strong but when I am broken I become needy.
And when I recover, it's so hard to change how people see me.
For they see the weak me, and not who I used to be; the strong me that they used to see.
My purpose is always a m
I have but one life to bring honour to your name,
Once chance to hear you say, "well done,"
Should I pursue glory and fame?
Though what good is it to gain the whole world but lose the Son?
If I gave you these broken pieces; this sin stained life,
Would you use it? Will you accept it as a pleasing sacrifice?
Will you teach me your ways? Walk with me all of my days?
Will I experience your warm embrace? Will you lead me to green pastures to graze?
Will you be proud? For I am not,
I give you these pieces, and they're I've got,
Will you take them and mold me?
Will you assemble these loose pieces and hold me?
Will you piece me together, and fill
You were there for many years,
The one who cried many tears,
You chose love above all else,
And placed people before yourself.
You were paranoid of those around you,
That they might approach and surround you,
Paranoid thoughts at night would hound you,
Thoughts that would never come true.
You were honest and wore your heart on your sleeve,
Love so easily given, but hard to receive,
Impulsive thoughts flooded your mind,
Along with memories you couldn't leave behind.
Your intentions had no fault,
You would strive to be a light; to be the earth's salt,
Yet your weakness was your flaw, your softness your downfall,
Goodbye forever, for you lost
It was never a good start, as I was born a sinner,
And I didn't always have this heart.
This double edged blade so sharp, I didn't always know how to wield it,
I was one living in the dark.
How great thou art, that you saved a sinner like me,
Even though you don't take sin lightly.
Your son was placed on that tree, so that I would be forgiven.
Now I've been set free.
I look at myself, and I don't like what I see,
Yet you made me to be like me.
I know for sure that in your sight, you see me as wonderfully made,
And when I think of that, it's so clear to see that I was made fearfully.
It was never a good start, until the restart;
Until Jesus
I've seen you use me, even though I'm so undeserved,
Yet seeing others built up makes it worth it,
Now I'm in a position to lead,
Yet only as a servant, one who washes people's feet.
Then comes the pride.
Is this for status? No, I'm here to serve you,
Yet this temptation is one I can not hide.
For you see all, you know my heart,
You knew it would bother me from the very start.
You gave me a joy in seeing groups have fellowship together,
Yet what happens when I place myself at the center?
It could cause fun times that could go on forever,
But into the circle of fellowship, such times will not enter.
One can promote themselves, and others wi
I'm no longer afraid to walk the narrow path ahead,
Every footstep guided by the one who said,
"I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full",
So into the dark unknown I go,
Never sure of the terrain around me,
Always blinking, and seeing it change in an instant,
Yet I've built my house on the rock; God firmly grounds me,
So I've stood strong against every storm that life has sent,
Walking the path into the unknown,
Working through thorns that other people have sown,
Yet still not afraid to be open,
Vulnerability is a characteristic which through God has grown,
Never afraid to admit that I'm scared,
Scared when life becomes
Walking on this narrow road is unpleasant,
Yet at the end, I will enter your presence,
This road could end at any point or any time,
If it ended, would you be pleased with this life of mine?
There will be a day where I face the ground,
Where my legs tremble and I kneel down,
I will kneel down before the one who sits on the throne,
That day, the fear of the Lord will be truly known,
Will you say well done?
After my life passes through the fire, what will it become?
What will be left?
Will it become much less?
Yet surely it will pass the test.
I know who I follow,
Every second today, every second tomorrow,
The one with the scars in his hands,
T
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Father
There is a song that my soul will never cease to sing,
A song to worship you my Lord, my King,
This song is composed of normal words,
But when i sing them to you, the words become truely yours,
For when i sing the words 'Bow down and worship Him',
It is my praise to you, it is my expression of how great you are because my many sins are forgiven,
Though there are many times when i stumble, you pick me up,
When i am thirsty, you fill my cup,
When i am hungry, you feed me with your daily bread,
When i feel lonely, i know you are there, because you yourself said,
"I am with you always"
I am poisoned with a certain sin,
My heart is lik
I look at my life and wonder what would be different if I didn't live it out for Jesus. There have been low times in my life that, looking back, I can label as "transitional stages" where my life lacked direction, but God eventually formed something out of that nothingness. These low times were only ever short periods. Currently I am facing the longest "transitional" period in my life; spanning years. I begin to wonder if this is a transitional period is really a transitional one at all, or whether it's just what my life has become; nothingness and lacking direction. I have lived for God and trusted him with everything I have, so how have I ended up here? How much longer will my life be in this position? There is a verse that I have lived by for as long as I can remember: "For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me will find it." (Matthew 16:25). What this verse means is that those who try to save everything in life that brings them pleasure
Throughout my life I have been described as a positive person. In university, one of my course mates said to me, "I can never imagine you sad." I can't remember exactly how I responded, but I imagine if you were to ask my younger self why I was always so jolly, my response would have been that I had Jesus in my life and my heart, and that gave me joy; a fruit of the Holy Spirit (as mentioned in Galatians 5:22-23). However, as I grow older I find days where I feel the deep empty feeling of despair; a black hole with no bottom. My fear in typing this journal entry is that it would become a discouragement to my Christian brothers and sisters; that even a mature Christian can feel the pain of despair, and feel it often. Yet as a Christian I believe strongly in presenting the truth, and I believe that by being open about my experiences with despair, another person with similar experiences may find comfort. As I analyse my feeling of despair, I identify many causes. However, each cause has
Suffering is something that we all go through in life. Many times when we suffer, those around us have different things to say. Some will encourage you, some will tell you that your problems aren't as big as theirs, and some will try to help but fail in doing so. I guess it's only natural that people will not always know how to comfort you, as we are all human. The only person who truly knows how to comfort you is God, and He may do so through other people. But where is He when we suffer? And why does He let us suffer?
There is a huge misinterpretation I want to dis-spell before going deeper into the subject of suffering; the bible does not