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…


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.


Dear God


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.


We are the 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.




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.

Poetry, Video

Extra! Extra!

I recently found an upbeat song by Lecrae which has been released this year. Man, it’s totally awesome!

This video reminds me of a poem that I wrote many months ago. My poem is about calling up all creative beings to rise up. Why did I write that? Well first of all, I believe everyone is creative; God’s put His creativity in us. It is like, like father like son thing, if you know what I mean. Secondly, I simply want to encourage people to fan up their passion and live life the fullest.

You know it is amazing how we are made so different; some of us are made to compose music and sing beautifully, while the others may be good at creating films, sculpting, painting and anything else. I believe that God has designed us for Himself and calling people back to Him (our Creator / Father) is our purpose.

Here is the poem: For The Time Is Now

When you hear some melody in your head,
Don’t be afraid,
Pick up a pen and write it down,
For the time is now.

When you see yourself move along the beats,
Don’t just imagine it,
Go on dance and make your Daddy proud,
For the time is now.

When you are drawn to colourful things,
Don’t skip the ideas that ring,
Grab a paintbrush and paint better than Picasso,
For the time is now.

When you find yourself pretending, miming, making noises,
Don’t stop that joy,
Get a camera and take a bow,
For the time is now.

O rise up all you creative ones!,
God has given you breath so you can touch (the others),
Go on spread like fire brighten up the world,
For the time is now.

Folks, if you are reading this know that you are so creative. What is it that triggers you or stirs you up? Do you like to build? Do you wanna dance along with the beats when you hear music? Do your fingers move along your air instrument when you hear some melody in your head? Do you like to sing with all your guts with or without people seeing you?

Let us fan up the fire in us…