Poetry

The Conversation of Pilgrims

I was born and raised Buddhist,

Working my way only to coexist,

And everything I did never saved me,

For all sins lead to death, you see?

Where does sin come from you ask?

Our sinful thought is already dark.

So well then, what shall we do?

I say to you I know who.

Who can save us from this cycle?

The vicious cycle that leads to hell.

Jesus is the way I say to you.

He will save us from heading the blues.

Yes, the Good News tells us this,

Those who believe in Him will exist.

His way will lead us to heaven,

To love God and others we learn,

The Holy Spirit is working in us,

Let’s be thinking, saying, doing things fabulous,

Yes, though the gate is narrow,

But we won’t be heading to sorrow.

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Be Still

Be still and know that He is God,

Even if you’re weary carrying these burdens,

Sing hymns on your knees and be still,

Til then He will lift you up with His righteous hands,

In the darkest hours you will surely see,

Light is in Him who you call Emmanuel,

Let that Light shine on and you be still…

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Gone, Your fallen star

My God, my God… gone Your fallen star,
One life of a sinner You made holy,
By Your grace You helped him walk this far,
Now he’s gone as Your fallen star.

When I think back about my life,
What have I done since I’ve been saved?
Each day living, breathing like a novice,
Looking ahead, everyday is closer to the grave,
Will I ever be like Your fallen star?

Every breathe You give me, I thank you,
I put my trust in You, my Hope,
You are the One who I call for rescue,
Please take my hand til the end of my rope,
Take me with You like the gone fallen stars.


This poem is dedicated to R.C Sproul and other God’s fallen ones.

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Dear God

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Dear God,

I thank you for being my Sheperd,
And for loving me with no effort.
You always lead me to the river,
Covering me with peace on the green pasture.
You console me when my heart gets cold,
Trust is in You who redeemed my soul.

Hold me tight when I say these prayers,
I pray for them as they are naysayers.
For those who not yet know the Way,
Help them know Him before their bones decay.
Heavy is this burden I cry in sorrow,
I hope they choose the road that’s narrow.

The time is running short, O my Shepherd,
But life’s shorter just like matches that burnt.
Jesus came to trade His life for lives,
How could this great deed be unrecognised?
You did save me now please save them,
Before they are all drown in this mayhem.

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We are the remnants

Remnants

We hear your voice calling us now
We follow your lead shaking the ground
For this is the time to gather
So let’s present our names, our flames.

We are, we are, we are
What we are called to be
We are, we are, we are
We are the remnants.

We will rise up and make some noise
We will sing and shout for joy
For You are the great I AM
Let us praise Your name, Your fame.

We are, we are, we are
What we are called to be
We are, we are, we are
We are the remnants.

Here we are with burning hearts
Here we are soaring high
For we are Your remnants.

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Immeasurable

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How wide, how deep is your love?
Spoken words created earth as my home,
Then you fearfully made me, knitting me together,
Sweetness was your care that tasted like honeycomb,
Counting your warm smiles seemed to last forever,
Surely, your love is wider than the sea, deeper than the ocean.

How wide, how deep is your love?
Even when I was running wild deserting you,
You wholeheartedly stripped the earth looking for me,
It was so cold when the wind blew,
But you embraced me and let it be,
Surely, your love is wider than the sea, deeper than the ocean.

How wide, how deep is your love?
Wrong was me but you made things right,
There is no earthly tool that can measure,
For your love ends far beyond my sight,
Drowning is me as you say “My treasure”,
Surely, your love is wider than the sea, deeper than the ocean.

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