Such An Indication!

SUCH AN INDICATION

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Once I made, with awareness,

A great blunder.

Expected from above,

A roar of thunder.

I went up to the altar

Prayed hard for forgiveness

Yet something was clinging

real tight to my heart - Fear.

Fear whether my repentance

is accepted.

Fear whether I'll be still

loved by Him.

So I decided to see it for myself.

Thought of an indication...

Yes, a bright star

would be a good sign.

A sign that He loves me, still.

Swiftly but fearfully, I went and

Stood at the window for a moment,

Before I could look out.

Build up some faith,

I gazed into the sky...

To my shock, there were no stars,

Not a single one.

Left and right, I hunted with faith....

But it was in vain.

Tears accumulated in my eyes.

Then I realised His love for me.

There was, instead, a bright full moon,

Waiting for me...

Written by Freda, October 1999, Singapore

O God, You Have No Rest!

O GOD ... YOU HAVE NO REST !

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When I rise from my sleep

Without fail, I will utter a short prayer

"Lord, me at your side, you must keep,

So as to protect me from any danger."

When I settle down to dine

Without a second thought, your grace I will implore

"Lord, thank you for this meal, so fine,

But do feed me with your love more."

When I feel the lack of your absence

Without shame, I will cry unto you

"Lord, guide me through, with your presence,

And I will feel good with someone to turn to."

When I go through a period of exam fever

Without any hesitation, I will invoke your aid

"Lord, during this stress, forsake me never,

And I know you will be my final assessor, though unpaid."

When I am strolling down a dark valley

Without any doubts, in you, my fears will hide

"Lord, I am sure you are accompanying me,

And that I will be kept close to your side."

When I am in a state of depression

Without delay, I will dash to your inviting arms

"Lord, overwhelm me with your soothing expressions,

And guard me from all hurts and harms."

O God, I have not given you any rest,

Always demanding you to fulfill my requests.

All day, I have not heard you complain,

Instead, you only took away all my pain.

Oh! Bedtime has approached, its time to relax.

Sorry God, I made your day so complex.

Now let me give you some time of your own,

But, Alas! I need you to save guard my soul!

Written by Freda, June 2001, Singapore

Awake! He Is Risen!

AWAKE ! HE IS RISEN !

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Awake from your slumber, my dear

For, Jesus our healing Saviour

Will be knocking from somewhere near

Bethelem is not the choice this time

Nor will he be found in the church chimes

Rejoice, my precious dime

For, its your heart, He has chosen to be born again!

Written by Freda, Easter, 16th April 2006, Singapore

The Moment Of Peace

****** THE MOMENT OF PEACE ******

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A thick blouse to cushion His head,

Tears were still seeping through.

Wrapping my arm around Him,

So swollen His eyes two.

Looking at the child on my lap,

Up and down, my hand was patting.

What a long, yet fulfilling day it was,

Now comfortably, He was finally resting.

Written by Freda, Good Friday, 14th April 2006, Singapore

The Way Of The Cross

THE WAY OF THE CROSS

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Once, a Way of the Cross, endured,

For the love of our salvation.

Now, a Way of the Cross, reflected upon,

As the remembrance of His Passion!

Once, a kiss together with some scent,

Surrendered onto His feet

Now, a kiss with a hidden motive,

Got Him surrendered to a plight, so sensitive.

Once, a crown full of leaves and love,

He could not accept to be placed onto his head, above.

Now, a crown of thorns and torment,

He could not reject, at that dreadful moment.

Once, around He went, with a touch of love,

In search of the lame and blind, He could save.

Now, His hands and feet, in an agony, so hopeless,

Were nailed to satisfy their rage, so heartless.

Once, a large group of believers He did not fail,

To feed them with an abundant and satisfying meal.

Now, when He is dried up, completely,

No one came forward with mere water, courageously.

Once born, freshly laid onto Mary’s hands, clapped.

Now gone, lying breathlessly onto Mary’s fragile laps.

Written by Freda, Good Friday, 13th April, 2001, Singapore