I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much
I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...
posted those songs.. to somehow reflect how im feeling...
im in a loss of wat to write here. most prob coz i reali duno wat to say too.. things have not been well... at home... and i dun wish to mention abt it to anyone.. of coz, to those i want to.. and neccessary.
anyway, i was given a word from my fren, " My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness". Amen! i truly believe that was given to me by God. i noe im in a sort of trial. to shake wat can be shaken in me. just like somehow connected to wat pst yang shared ydae, our works..issit made up of gold, silver or precious stones? or hay, straw and stubble? when go thru the fire, will it remain as it is, or become just dust coz it cant go thru that fire. it realli doesnt matter how much we do. but wat is the quality of the stuff. indeed, unless the Lord builds the house, we labour in vain.
i asked myself or rather God questions when i walked home after church... halfway, i knew im just somehow throwing my tantrums and questioning Him.. sigh.. im just a child.. not grown up yet.. and apt to my season, im reading Job and i discovered, i asked the same question as Job. haha... questions that people will ask when trials come... so typical. and that is existed in that sin nature. to find some thing or some one to blame.
feeling tired, helpless and keeping my emotions under check... be sober, be vigilant!
And let us not grow weary in doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. Gal 6:9 And they overcame him by theblood of the Lamband by the word of their testimony, and they did not love their lives to the death. Rev 12:11 Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him. He shall also be my salvation, for a hypocrite could not come before Him. Job 13:15, 16
