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...
this is my post from my profile section. i have moved it here... this post is more of an inspiration from some other blogger who did it way before me.. :) jus something abt the past me. we all have to move forward dun we? ;)
i am...
i am that baby who came too early on 02 july 1982, only weighing 2.3kg but was deemed fit enough to discharge. i am that baby who went in and out of the hospital due to asthma, juandice and a raptured intestine. i am that little girl who was rejected in the family who somehow prefers her sisters. i am that little girl who was told to 'shut up' when asked too many questions. i am that little girl who went to school herself since kindergarten and wondered why her classmates would cry when their parents werent round. i am that girl whom her mum left on the day of her birthday. i am the girl who was used to playing with herself until her friends came along. i am the girl who was treated like a maid in her granny's house and envied her sister who never have to lift a finger. i am the girl who began to ask, 'wats the meaning of life?' and never did really find out. i am the girl who tried all sorts of things to find life and found out that they dun actuali work. i am the girl who was found by Him one day on the streets. yes. my Lord Jesus Christ. and start to learn the real meaning of life. i am the girl who has been born again. i am a child who is learning how to walk all over again. this time with His help. holding on tight. i am the child who is still walking and journeying on. with Him. and intend to walk with for the rest of my life...
