Dedicated to
Maria Sue Chunxi Chapman
May 13, 2003 ~ May 21, 2008
Running into the Father's arms
I've finally found where I belong
for eternity
With tears in His eyes,
He says to me,
"Maria, you're safe
here with me. Don't worry."
I miss daddy and mommy
and all my family
I wish they are here
with me
and see how beautiful
my new home is
"They will one day
join you here too,"
He says
with tears streaming down
His bright face
I know
I am not an orphan anymore
because daddy and mommy
got me the best family in the world
And now
I am with my Father, I am
home at last
Read more about this, click here.
I can't understand
my longing for You
It burns, pierces, and pounds
All over me
It's the beauty of Your majesty
It's the glory of Your kingdom
It's everything You are
It's the fullness of Your presence
It's the wonder of Your love
It's everything You are
I'll never understand
how great You are
Your plans, splendor, and faithfulness
Beyond my imagination
So come like a rushing wind
a consuming fire
a soft whisper
Touch my heart and fill the hole
with everything You are
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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