Home At Last 05/30/2008
 

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

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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

 
Xanga Oldschool 04/28/2008
 

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...

 
The Middle Part 04/16/2008
 

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

 
20th Year 04/11/2008
 

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