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The ETERNAL MAJESTY of the ALMIGHTY
!. O Lord, our God, how majestic is Thy name in all the earth!
Thy glory transcends the heavens and fills the expanse of creation.
!!. From the rising of the sun to its setting,
Thy faithfulness is proclaimed. Thy light guides us through every shadow.
!!!. Thou set the stars in their place and call each one by name.
In Thy wisdom, Thou shaped the universe and the world below.
!V. The mountains bow before Thee, and the seas roar with Thy praise.
All that Thou hast made speaks of Thy grandeur and Thy eternal power.
V. Thou art the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.
Thy sovereignty endures through all ages, unchanging and true.
V! . The heavens declare Thy righteousness, and the earth reveals Thy grace.
From the smallest creatures to the vast skies, Thy handiwork is evident.
V!! . Thou art our refuge and our strength, a very present help in trouble.
We lift our hearts in worship, for Thou art worthy of all honor and reverence.
V!!! . Let our lives be a testament to Thy glory,
Our words and deeds a reflection of Thy love and holiness.
X! . Praise be to Thee, O Almighty God, from everlasting to everlasting.
We exalt Thy holy name, now and forevermore.
X. Amen.
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 1:58 PM UTC
in the town of Jerusalem,
my home,
my warzone,
my heart's stone.
i set off from home,
with weathered sandals
and broken eyes
i sought for treasure,
not gold nor wine,
oil and water
a feast for two
and i
walked past a building.
a wind past trees,
light through holes,
and i felt a
strange sensation
in my heart.
it stood like a castle
stripped of it's
false gold.
i stopped to see,
among your disciple, was
a man with a robe
tied
around his waist
and he had
eyes with
a million oceans in them,
and had a fire within
so bright.
washing their feet.
and i wondered,
was it true, Jesus,
that you only acted humble.
or have you
hoaxed entire kingdoms into
believing your God.
divine encounters
wine skins and
calling the dead out of slumber,
and here,
you've ordered a counterfeit vine for
your branches.
the hope of you being real
was seeping into the earth,
like
depleted souls
desperately looking for its
own grave.
but i took a second,
a third look.
5 blinks and a breath,
isn't that you.
i looked again,
and i saw your arms like trees
reaching towards
empty mouths,
i saw a wine stained
robe, and
whiplashed skin,
i didn't know what it meant.
you invited yourself
stripped yourself of heaven
and lowered yourself to
wash the feet of those
who follow you.
oh, the awe.
oh, the sheer weight of
love that swept into, above and through me.
my ears starts to tear up
despite the drought inside me,
and i was filled up,
even though broken cisterns laid
bare
within me
and the world looked
just a bit brighter.
and life finally
felt like life.
and not
empty pots and
eyes that bled pain
nor is it a heart stabbed by its own
mother.
at that moment.
within this...
second.
glimpse.
bleep in eternity.
i knew you were God
and you are real.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC
chook chook chook.
The eager devouring and tearing of scissors.
Snapping away existence.
Hooked on the killer music, encouraging loathing, affectionate for what is affectionless.
you have been passionate for a knife.
a lie a disguise
deceptions
sweetly disguised.
so...sweet
your eyes are lamps, tempted into the night.
away from the
light.
the crumbling of the purpose you were made for.
the snapping of your identity.
so eagerly ignored.
snip snip snip
goes the facts of love.
goes the truth that's
smacked right in
your face.
Bald spots laid bare.
for the evil one to be there, to take you away,
to take you there.
to where
your death is every few forevers.
and where suicide is no longer an option.
why was it an option.
the night skies were your dreamt of destination.
A compromise, a quick route.
comfort is what you want, and you find it in
death?
It's not too late.
the hair is cut off but at least you still have a head.
Its not too late.
For you to say
"Lord Jesus, forgive me my sins this very moment."
This very moment
Jesus has forgiven you.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
moving.
the plates are moving.
signal's crashing, vision blurring.
chaotic.
storms are brewing, storms are spilling.
spilled.
blood splattered, tears weeped, guns fired.
money's killing, topping the wanted charts.
beware of her kiss as well, she'll steal your heart.
your soul.
money's killing, topping your wish list.
beware of her kiss, she's got you already.
metal clashing, heart's stop pumping, babies crying, airplanes crashing, guns been fired, words been said, scars are made, empty shells claim the result.
if I said it all, time will run out.
rest in peace.
you've seen them ripping through graveyards and movie screens.
rest in peace.
what if I told you that you can rest in peace now?
living.
where chaos are still present but you have an ever-present help.
where problems are still lurking but then you have a rock to stand upon.
A Cornerstone.
where you are not dead anymore but living.
not an empty shell anymore,
walking on dead-filled streets.
warning: a high concentration of dead in the bloodstream.
but a divine exchange changed It all.
a divine exchange between mortal and God.
a divine exchange between life through death and through the love of God.
a divine exchange from us, to Jesus.
God's divine plane.
good news: eternal life is bubbling inside you.
when you receive him, accept him.
why hesitate?
why doubt this divine love?
this love is greater than all others, believe me.
believe Him.
you might have wronged him, hated him, spat at him and mocked him.
but he died knowing all that, he died knowing that that is going to happen to him, and yet.
He died for you and me, rose to life to be glorified as God, as our eternal and glorious King.
A King unlike any other.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
dear me:
dont you dare think its your work!
dont you dare think its you who made it happen!!
students were against him.
him. afraid.
i was uncertain.
my faith was shaking.
but LORD you guided my thoughts: "But God wont tell me to force it. So God wont allow it to fail either.
God is with me.
two options:
do it or dont.
if not force him.
i thought. why would God want me to force him? surely God will make this succeed in JESUS NAME!!!
after prayer.
i was still uncertain.
shaken.
afraid for him to say it didnt work.
it did.
IT DID!!!
IT DID!!!
I NEVER EXPECTED THAT TO HAPPEN!!
NEVER!!!!!!!!!
GOD IS REAL!
ITS ALL HIM NOT ME!
NOT ME!
NO ME!
NOT ME!
it.isnt.me.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:34 AM UTC
expectations crowded my mind in the days when my desperation was sorta high.
it felt like i fitted in with the rest, fitted into their league of rash lovers and surface swimmers.
it started with a "had enough."
which led to me having to rush and led to my second decision and then it hit me hard on me but yet so soft and subtle--it seemed to be.
bothering and confusing, assumptions were made.
And they tormented me yesterday and the day before, and the day before....it nearly got me today.
i saw ________ again and i chose to shut my eyes, just not completely, i chose to slip by but not ignoring the fact that i knew ________ saw me at the corners of ___ eye.
i didn't even wave goodbye or smiled a "hi".
sigh, how could i forget, the making of a moon?
a laughter that made me cringe and sin,
a memory that never seems to fade away, a lasting portrait still swings in my mind today.
only when i see _____.
if i don't know i have let ___ down already, when ___ expected a nicely wrapped gift from me.
my heart and my chest was tied tightly together, and i seem to be unable to breathe, and i seem to pause only to know that i am sinking in, bre e e eeeeeeeee a t hing in.
i place them into
your hands,
i do not know what will happen, but i am rest assured in your plans.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
how?
how do you love us crawling creatures?
destined to burn in hell.
why do you love us when we hated you?
how did you love ungrateful brats like us?
how did you have the love to send your own? very own Son, your only Son, to die for us?
when our fingers could trigger guns and it kills.
when our mouths and tongues, we choose to spell death...
when our backs we choose to turn away from you.
how...can it be?
that a KING would die for ME.
that he will die for a killer, abuser, liar, blasphemer, ungrateful creatures, ***** thinkers, lovers of darkness, a deceiver, a pretense, a past-tense, an empty shell.
you filled me up.
we have the capacity, to be worse than a meer ******
****** would look like a drummer boy.
how evil is our ***** twisted, darkened, chained-up hearts?
how deceitful are its slippery jaws of blackened teeth dripping with death?
the pride made our eyes puffed up with fat.
unable to see the net we set up in front of ourselves.
how foolish.
how proud.
we think we deserve even a life.
we don't
if you see the sin in yourself?
you would agree.
yet.
YET.
The Father
sent
his
One
and
Only
Son
To Die
For
Me
and
You
He REPLACED your place on that cross, on that grave, on the day, on that cursed tree.
it was supposed to be you and me.
he died for me and you when it is that we should be the ones dying.
open up your eyes!
open up your hearts!
open up your hearts!
open up your eyes!
open up your ears and hear!
open up your hearts and receive Him!!!
i have seen dead shells come to life and are filled!
i have seen blind eyes filled with the shimmering of life!
i have seen hardened hearts change!
i have seen the wonderful bundles of life he creates in the wombs of mothers!
i have seen the dead turned to life
i have seen his glory.
i have felt his presence.
He is so real...
i couldn't deny it.
believe it.
He is calling for you
inviting you in
its your choice to let him in or not...
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
prickles and thorns,
sticks and stones,
brains and maggots,
all limp and cold,
a little darkness here and there,
a little pain will do it right.
bowl cracked and torn,
cursed and wrong,
only beautiful with intricate patterns and bright colors and filters but with musical scores gone wrong.
click click liked,
swipe swipe left or right,
drinking nights,
they've seen them all.
is it fun to feed the darkness?
is it fun to feed the pain?
or the anger or the malice or the judgment or the cane?
maybe, the flesh seeks for the pleasure of the wrong kind,
the wrong sign, the evil one loves his daily dose of darkness.
he doesn't want you to draw the line for the things that are wrong.
he wants you to sing his wicked songs.
when you surround yourself with darkness how "sweet" the sound of his teeth crunching, munching on the juicy contents of your choice.
"great choice of food"
here's is his preferences,
instead of light and life,
put darkness and death,
instead of joy, maybe a bit of despair,
instead of full dependence on God, maybe just an "eh I am near there"
instead of choosing to choose Him instead of them, just choose them,
those who love evil and eats its fruit, those who love to dwell in darkness, in the woods, those who feed their darkness....in vain.....
the darkness you surround yourself with will mold you,
the pain you keep feeding will just grow within you,
if you keep feeding yourself with darkness you won't feel very good, won't you?
Jesus is the light, Jesus is life, His Word is light, His Word is life, and it is my guide, i choose Him.
i know it is sometimes easier to choose the dark but it will never be worth it, never worth the wait, never worth the suffering.
in Jesus, the suffering, the pain is worth it, in Him i have life!
life like none other, filled with purpose and light!
i feel so free! feel like i could take flight!
i am truly free in Christ Jesus!
i am truly in peace in Christ Jesus!
i am joyful in Him!
Jesus i love you,
i want to love you, more than the heavens or the stars,
more than anything or anyone in the world,
i want to love you with all of my heart, all of my soul, and with all of my might.
on your wings, i will take flight.
i have fed that evil before, but i have learned not to now :)
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
i didn't know why i felt dark as i dwelled in the light.
i mean, everything is fine, going well, all swell,
and yet i felt dark and well....left in darkness.
wishing i was dead, crying in the silence of the night at 1am, i was hoping someone could hear my chocked cries.
.
but then.
you reminded me you are real.
you have always been.
you opened my eyes, you opened my wrinkled hands.
you've held my heart close to yours.
your light shines true.
your love, grace, mercy, kindness rings true.
and maybe i don't know why i feel the way i do, the way my mind is wired.
but you say your plans are good.
your plans would not harm me but give me a hope and a future.
you will be my light, my strength, my hope.
and i will shine your light on other people too.
i will do my best.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
so here is what's going on, my heart is cut in half, in between the world and you.
between the pain and the summer hues.
between the "my identity is found in Christ." and "who are you."
I push and pull, I try to ****** my heart back, but yet I want to lay it in your hands, with all its contents.
so now I am struggling with my own heart.
I want to obey and then not.
I want to unwind then there's a knot.
then my blood clots.
then my heart stops pumping, pumping for God knows what.
if it isn't pumping for you O Lord, then what's the point.
then where's the purpose, where's the truth.
I will only be living.
and that's it.
simply moving, simply breathing, simply blinking my time away,
simply letting my life run away.
"run this race."
but I can't even keep up the training, and i know the way but I don't follow it.
am I going to heaven?
I don't know.
I am not assured of what's coming.
where I will be, for all of eternity.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
it's not very long you know...
if you really think about it.
thinking you are still young but you are halfway around the clock.
whatever you do, its recorded.
whatever you do, it matters.
you are just passing by.
just a mist, you are gonna fade away and die.
your life compared to eternity, your life is just a tick on the clock, just a breath breathed, a mist blown.
you can't get them back.
you can't earn some more.
you can't ask time to slow down.
if it's gone, it's gone.
if it's wasted, it's wasted.
you know that...right?
(Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. - James 4:14)
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
Hopes and dreams.
Shunned before my eyes.
Put out by cold fingers.
Lost in time.
White walls, repeated calls, weeping white walls stared straight back at me.
And loneliness was all I see.
How one took in biscuits and cups of tea for acquaintances.
And tears told bedtime stories to lonely ones.
And if time permits, their families would come and take a look.
Only to meet another tear.
But, maybe hopes and dreams still survived, and tears are not the end of bedtime stories.
To cause urgency and to cause me to love.
And if time permits, maybe one can be set free.
Behind those dull walls lay lives to be changed and eyes to be opened.
Only if time permits.
Maybe this place isn’t so hopeless after all.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:30 AM UTC
lead me into your presence Lord.
use the real me.
i give you this shell LORD!!
Take this hollow, fake, ritualistic shell i have!
use the REAL me!
enough of the lies, the hate, the anger, the stress, the anxiety, the distractions, the rituals, the repetitions!!!
break this shell, and i PRAY IN YOUR NAME, that it would never, NEVER come back!!!!
i am tired of this fake me.
this ritualistic me.
use me.
the real me.
mold me.
the real me.
not the shell.
not the shell that made that space for the voices to fill in like the spaces in Russian dolls.
no, not ever.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Again and again I go back to it.
To its slimy and suffocating grasp.
It’s clawed grip on my heart.
Why am I not committed?
Maybe a part of me likes this world I am in.
Maybe a part of me likes how broken the world is.
Maybe a part of me doesn’t want the world to get better.
My spirit and flesh is weak then who can I fight with and against?
Don’t let me go there again....o please.
I want to be led into that promised land.
What if I can’t make it?
What if I am not perfect.
Not the perfect leader...the perfect child of God.
Why am I stressing?
Can’t
B r
E a the.
Oh the pain of the grip on my heart.
It’s claws digging deep.
It’s claws crushing it.
Can’t
B r E
A t
H. E....
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
I was dying.
Wasn’t even trying to survive.
I was fading and withering away as I lived.
And I didn’t even know.
Didn’t know such things are still relevant today.
About what Jesus did before I even came to be.
So ignorant.
How foolish and stupid I was to think I deserved and earned this love.
I didn’t care about him.
What he did.
I didn’t seem to know his love was so deep.
He died. For a criminal like me.
He knew me.
And I didn’t even know him.
Or recognised who he was.
I never even knew him before I was born.
We stood in front of the angry crowd on that day.
they demanded to free me.
And they let me live.
Jesus died.
For me.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
stop using your freedom as something to cover-up the evil you are doing or have been doing.
its like using a song filled with life to cover-up death.
what. a. waste.
what a pity that such a thing would be used so wrongly.
its so selfish and evil, to make use of this free gift that Jesus suffered persecution, mocking, being looked down upon, being called a demon, and to die to give to you freely, to use it to cover it up for the knives you placed on someone's back, or the bullet you shot, with the body in a sack.
what a shame.
what a shame.
why don't you use that freedom, when the chains are gone, to give God what he deserves. All respect, All honour, All praise, All worship, All you have. Your life. And use that freedom to share the Gospel, so that Jesus could free their chains too through you.
its a shame many, many of us, and even me, would do such a thing.
forgive us Lord.
we have forsaken you, and abandoned you...
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
spilled some tea.
i spilled some tea.
tapped my foot on the murky seas.
with long, sword-like trees, avoiding the stomps of my feet.
money.
i need to raise money.
trying to make it up for the spilled tea.
and all the knives i shot.
sticks and stone can break my bones
and words can cut and **** with knives,
but nothing is gonna stop me.
nothing.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
saw the wounds marks and I felt cold.
why?
My emotions switched off.
i think i didn't want to believe your skin was so fragile and soft.
how you have been tainted and bruised.
if the birds could feel for their young, why can't i?
Struggling to feel I sometimes force myself to cry.
then, it would be true right?
What is wrong with me?
My heart turned to stone.
and I am reluctant to pray and feed my spirit.
Lord, please take me back.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Blood dripped from the walls of my brain and i am hurt.
Wished that it could disappear as how i wish i didn't exist.
Been through storms and seas but never quite liked the memories that didn't seem to cease.
Broken glass made up my eyes and I couldn't see through the fog that seem to become ice.
But the Sun still shone. Its rays still sat on my school uniform and I didn't want to give up.
Happier now, i sat in my room.
Listened to a song that said "fight on, fighter."
I wanted to destroy myself with more than a lighter, but the urge made me a stronger fighter.
The memories and thoughts still linger.
But with the scratched and scars, the light in me grew brighter.
and i became a fighter.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
tears like bullets scarred the floors
and the floors were made of gold.
the couch was soaked in tears and i could see my fears.
i didn't know I had claws for fingers and ice for my skin.
and confusion became more familiar to me.
and sin drowned me still.
but when all seemed lost.
and when the noise seems to **** me within,
i....hear...you.
i looked beneath me and saw large, large shoulders, far and wide.
shining with glorious white.
the oceans below was more treacherous than my rivers.
and the fire burned more than the voices in my head.
Lord, you carried me.
through and through.
on your shoulders....
black and blue
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
the cross before me,
it was meant to be mine,
and i saw love.
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
how your eyes gazed across the vast oceans.
how your heart and mind wondered how you got here.
in the middle of nowhere, your song meddles with the distortion of waves.
afraid to fall.
afraid that when you need help it won't be there.
the sun is shining, your skin burning.
the sharks nearly got you.
the boat shaking,
the waves nearly got you.
one light shone, the sky dark,
the trees painted your eyelashes and the waves made the tears of your eyes.
light flashes.
camera clicks.
you remember again,
you were in that popular clique.
at home.
you cried again.
at the boat.
you were afraid to swim again.
can't change your fate.
going through a lot.
a star shone,
the Savior was born,
he reached down,
and you danced upon your heartache.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
Letter to the devil, and the pains of this world.
Dear devil,
How you doin with the fact you have already lost?
How you doin with the urgency of Jesus' second coming soon?
Just to remind you, you already lost, and, do I have to remind your suffering in the fiery lake of fire and sulphur...forever? Ye...I don't think so.
Depression, stop hanging on to them, stop hanging on to me! Stop pestering the children of God, and just stop blinding them of the light of the Joy of Christ. Stop it! You somewhat comforting and soothing feeling, yet is the sharp sword that really kills...
Anxiety, stop making me stop in my tracks and feel like a failure, stop making me stop in my tracks on doing God's will and plan for my life. Stop dragging me down.
For the pains and diseases in the world, you would never stop them from being loved by God. Never ever.
Final note: God rules, God wins, God is in control, God is the Most high, Most pwerful, All mighty, Holy Holy Holy, the Holy one, worthy of all praise and glory and whole-hearted sincere love and trust and obedience. You are not, devil.
Sincerely and truthfully,
The one you tried to hurt and pull down.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Under your loving hands, like an infant, I rest, protected in hand.
Under the vast emptiness and dullness of the galaxy, your light shines, your robe, O so white!
SO glorious your face, your presence!
Your presence, it caresses me, with just a little bit more, I would have been crushed and would have been drowned under my own tears and would have dented the marble floor with certain and whole-hearted knees.
How marvelous is that cross...a word won't fit it.
That cross...if only words, dots, dashes, and punctuation can have more to offer. An endless murky drowning sea of words of different fonts and sizes won't quite make the mark.
You made my mouth like a sharpened sword. Ready to fight for your name, ready to stand my ground, ready to make the darkness fear and make fallen angels regret their mistakes. They already are.
ready to open hearts and minds, as you call many to you.
You make me like a polished arrow. Ready to go wherever you shoot me, ready to tear down what the devil has built. Ready to have your word, the gospel tied to me, as I fly through the spiritual realm and spread your word, the gospel. Simply the gospel. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS.
You hid me in the shadow of your hand. You cover me. You protect me. You hide me even if it seemed like all eyes were on me. Maybe they are on you. I want to be more like you in image O LORD.
You concealed me in your quiver, God USE me!!! IF only words quite make sounds of hunger and thirst and the cries of my spirit and my new heart to you! You polished me and I am ready.
Ready whenever you say its time to go, or then I have to stand strong. Ready whenever, wherever, however you call me.
You polished me.
I am sharpened.
I am a polished arrow and have a sharpened mouth.
"Okay LORD GOD, I am ready."
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC