Before the book of acts, I blogged on Xanga for half a year in 2005.
And I wrote poems and told testimonies. And I was reminded once again of the first healing miracles that I've ever experienced through my praying for others.
Anyhow, let me try doing some old school 2005 Johnny style...
Back to Your garden again
After agony and pain
Comes harvest and gain
One thing stays the same
You would come like the rain
Though the world may fade away
Your love remains
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Alright I think that was quite enough haha...
Going to Canaan
through fasting praying obeying
is opposite from
watching the 1st and the 6th installation of Star Wars movie
skipping the middle parts...
beating a brand new game using cheats
skipping the dying and respawning parts...
fast forwarding a piece of music that's being heard
for the very first time...
having dessert right after soup and salad
leaving out the juicy, medium-rare filet mignon...
reading just the first and last line of this poem
leaving out the middle part...
Nothing like His
Love
If creativity is
Your nature
then You do not belong
in a box
called churchianity
A good confusion
forming slowly, boggling my
little mind
Guessing, Waiting, or Ignoring
what's the answer?
I'll wait... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Simply don't care how long
the waiting
There is an answer.
In a still, small voice perhaps?
I just want to love You more
than I love myself
losing the battle for I know
there is no turning back
once I stepped off the boat
unto the water
next thing I realize
I'm sinking in You love
oceanic
the thing I live and die for
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