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<channel><title>johnny's book of psalms - adoration</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/index.html</link><description>adoration</description><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 08:23:40 +0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title>Home At Last</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/05/home-at-last.html</link><comments>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/05/home-at-last.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 01:52:55 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/05/home-at-last.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: center; "><big style="color: rgb(238, 19, 133);"><big style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">Dedicated to<br /><big> Maria Sue Chunxi Chapman</big><br /> May 13, 2003 ~ May 21, 2008</span></big></big></p><p  style=" text-align: left; "><big style="color: rgb(238, 19, 133); font-weight: bold;"><big style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Running into the Father's arms</span> [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: center; "><big style="color: rgb(238, 19, 133);"><big style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;">Dedicated to<br /><big> Maria Sue Chunxi Chapman</big><br /> May 13, 2003 ~ May 21, 2008</span></big></big></p><p  style=" text-align: left; "><big style="color: rgb(238, 19, 133); font-weight: bold;"><big style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Running into the Father's arms</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />I've finally found where I belong</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />for eternity<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">With tears in His eyes,<br />He says to me,<br />"Maria, you're safe<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">here with me. Don't worry."</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br /><br />I miss daddy and mommy</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />and all my family</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />I wish they are here</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><br />with me<br />and see how beautiful<br />my new home is<br /><br />"They will one day<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">join you here too,"<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">He says<br />with tears streaming down<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">His bright face<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I know<br />I am not an orphan anymore<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">because daddy and mommy<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">got me the best family in the world<br />And now<br />I am with my Father, I am<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">home at last<br /><br />Read more about this, <a href="http://tcjohnwang.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-at-last.html">click here</a>.<br /></span></big></big></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>An Aching Longing</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/05/an-aching-longing.html</link><comments>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/05/an-aching-longing.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 01:59:07 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/05/an-aching-longing.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">I can't understand<br />my longing for You<br />It burns, pierces, and pounds<br />All over me<br /><br />It's the beauty of Your majesty<br />It's the glory of Your kingdom<br />It's everything You are<br />It's the fullness of Your presence<br />It's the wonder of Your love<br />It's everything You are<br /><br />I'll never understand<br />how great You are<br />Your plans, splendor, and faithfulness<br />Beyond my imagination<br /><br />So come like a rushing w [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">I can't understand<br />my longing for You<br />It burns, pierces, and pounds<br />All over me<br /><br />It's the beauty of Your majesty<br />It's the glory of Your kingdom<br />It's everything You are<br />It's the fullness of Your presence<br />It's the wonder of Your love<br />It's everything You are<br /><br />I'll never understand<br />how great You are<br />Your plans, splendor, and faithfulness<br />Beyond my imagination<br /><br />So come like a rushing wind<br />a consuming fire<br />a soft whisper<br /><br />Touch my heart and fill the hole<br />with everything You are</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Xanga Oldschool</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/xanga-oldschool.html</link><comments>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/xanga-oldschool.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 04:21:29 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/xanga-oldschool.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Before the book of acts, I blogged on <a href="http://www.xanga.com/tcjw0411">Xanga</a> for half a year in 2005.<br />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.<br /><br />Anyhow, let me try doing some old school 2005 Johnny style...<br /><big style="color: rgb(24, 87, 248);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Back to <span>Your</span> garden again [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Before the book of acts, I blogged on <a href="http://www.xanga.com/tcjw0411">Xanga</a> for half a year in 2005.<br />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.<br /><br />Anyhow, let me try doing some old school 2005 Johnny style...<br /><big style="color: rgb(24, 87, 248);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Back to <span>Your</span> garden again</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />After agony and pain</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Comes harvest and gain</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />One thing stays the same</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />You would come like the rain</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Though the world may fade away</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Your love remains</span></big><br /><br />*************************************************<br />Alright I think that was quite enough haha...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>The Middle Part</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/the-middle-part.html</link><comments>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/the-middle-part.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 01:30:42 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/the-middle-part.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><big><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Going to Canaan<br />through fasting praying obeying<br />is opposite from<br /><br />watching the 1st and the 6th installation of Star Wars movie<br />skipping the middle parts...<br /><br />beating a brand new game using cheats<br />skipping the dying and respawning parts...<br /><br />fast forwarding a piece of music that's being heard<br />for the very first time...<br /><br />having dessert right after soup and s [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><big><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Going to Canaan<br />through fasting praying obeying<br />is opposite from<br /><br />watching the 1st and the 6th installation of Star Wars movie<br />skipping the middle parts...<br /><br />beating a brand new game using cheats<br />skipping the dying and respawning parts...<br /><br />fast forwarding a piece of music that's being heard<br />for the very first time...<br /><br />having dessert right after soup and salad<br />leaving out the juicy, medium-rare filet mignon...<br /><br />reading just the first and last line of this poem<br />leaving out the middle part...<br /><br />Nothing like His<br />Love<br /></span></big></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>A Good Confusion</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/a-good-confusion.html</link><comments>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/a-good-confusion.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 01:45:34 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/a-good-confusion.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><big>If creativity is<br />Your nature<br />then You do not belong<br />in a box<br />called churchianity<br /><br />A good confusion<br />forming slowly, boggling my<br />little mind<br />Guessing, Waiting, or Ignoring<br />what's the answer?<br />I'll wait...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...<br />Simply don't care how long<br />the waiting<br /><br />Th [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><big>If creativity is<br />Your nature<br />then You do not belong<br />in a box<br />called churchianity<br /><br />A good confusion<br />forming slowly, boggling my<br />little mind<br />Guessing, Waiting, or Ignoring<br />what's the answer?<br />I'll wait...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...&nbsp;&nbsp; ...<br />Simply don't care how long<br />the waiting<br /><br />There is an answer.<br />In a still, small voice perhaps?<br /></big></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>20th Year</title><link>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/20th-year.html</link><comments>http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/20th-year.html#comments</comments><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 01:01:50 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://tcjohnwang.weebly.com/1/post/2008/04/20th-year.html</guid><description><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><big style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just want to love You more</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />than I love myself</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />losing the battle for I know</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />there is no turning back<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">once I stepped off the boat</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />unto the water<br /></span> [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; "><big style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I just want to love You more</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />than I love myself</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />losing the battle for I know</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />there is no turning back<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">once I stepped off the boat</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />unto the water<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">next thing I realize</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />I'm sinking in You love</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />oceanic<br />the thing I live and die for<br /></span></big></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
