19 June 2005
7:18 PM
my source of everythingLord You're leader of my life
Directing me the way to go
Shine Your light unto my path
The way ahead is what You show
My comforter who calms me down
Picks me up whenever I fall
Soothes me in Your loving arms
You make me once again stand tall
chorus:
You strengthen me when I am weak
You are the treasure that I seek
I long to hear Your voice Lord speak
It's only You I'll always need
So Lord I thank You for Your love
It lifts me high, high above
This emptiness inside of me
Your endless love will forever be
My source of everything
You give me strength when I fail
You push me onward with Your hand
You press me to reach for the goal
You keep me going till the end
My source of hope when things go wrong
Your bright light shines in the darkness
Gives me strength to rise again
Overcome all odds and leave my fears
*chorus
Your miracles bring tears of joy
Bringing me to my feet in praise
Your peace sets calmness in my heart
Knowing You is NOT A WASTE!
*chorus x2
It's weird that I always get inspiration like
late, late, late in the night. Last night/this morn, i stayed awake till 4.30 writing a story. It's like words just come, then must write before the inspiration is lost, so I refused to sleep. And I wasn't a least bit sleepy anyway. Haven't finished the story though. And that was only a draft. Will ask my aunt to review:) Was in Borders until midnight reading "stories for a teen's heart" and "chicken soup for the teen's soul on tough stuff". Super super touching they were, that's what inspired me to write the story. Something about personal challenge. Reminds me of nyaa camp, lol.
Wow dalton
how do you write so well??? I got this kinda kuzzin. Oh man. Next time he's gonna grow up to become some award-winning world-famous poet/author. So cool! HAha.
Was so sleepy I fell asleep on a mattress in mr grandma's house. Yawn. Gotta sleep early tonight too, long day tomorrow. 4-5 hours of SL then training. And Tuesday not much better, ACP then Youth Sunday dance prac[finally it's starting!!]. Sheesh.
Oh woohoowoohoo! Jefferey Michael! That zaided pianist. Listening to the CD. Yay. This cd inspired me to write the music poem. Whoa, he plays SO WELL!! I would take a hundred years to master such pieces. Not that I've even reached that grade.
I finally activated my phone top-up thingy. So at long last people aren't gonna compaing about how difficult it is to contact me all the time. Hee.
What's the time Mr Wolf?
DINNER TIME!!! *charges forward*