Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit is the strength and help of my life. God is the author and inspiration behind all of my poems. :)
I don't have faith like Abraham,
courage like David,
law like Moses,
obedience like Elijah,
suffering like Job.
On the contrary,
I stumble...
again and again.
Still You love me,
the weakest of saints.
posted by Chong Shipei @ 10:03 PM
Some says God is real, some says God is not. Some asks me, "Dear XXX, do you think God is real or not." I laugh and I smile, and I give them no answer, what a foolish question to ask me, when God talks and walks with me, everyday of my life. I am puzzled by the people, looking at them, I stand amazed, why are people trying so hard to prove or disprove someone that is just beside me all the times. True, I cannot see His face. True, I cannot touch His hands. But I thought I can feel His heart beating every single moment of my life. When I am sad, I feel He is sad. When I laugh, He laughs with me. When I am scared, He says, "Hush, don't fear." When I am bad, He is not afraid to discipline me. But no matter what, God is just there besides me, like a Father, like a brother, like a friend, a master and a husband, every moment of my life. And I think I know Him even if I do not see His face, I can feel He is there with me, every moment, indeed!
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