Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Carried by the Blood of the Lamb
Isaiah 46:3-4
Listen to me, O house of Jacob,
And all the remnant of the house of Israel,
You whohave been borne by Me from birth
And have carried from the womb;
Even to you old age I will be the Same,
And even to your greying years I will bear you!
I have done it, and I will carry you:
And I will bear you and deliver you
Little by little everyday,
Little by little all the way,
Jesus Is Changing me
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4/16/2008 12:30:00 AM
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Walking
Walk with Jesus every day. Walk with Him in the light.
Called to be light and salt of the world, this is what we have to do.
What does it mean to walk?
i'm ashamed to say tat i did not know until recently.
For the previous sem, I was counselling a friend. He asked me what is it like to be a christian and walk with Christ. After telling him what seems to be the standard answer, he replied me that "Does that means that God is a crutch with whom you have to depend for the rest of your life?"
This is because i told him that it means to depend on God for each and every decision i'd make.
This poem describe my walk.
Learning to Walk
Holding Your hands, I learnt to walk.
You lift me up and You held me close.
You picked me from my crawl.
My two weak feet stood up straight
by the abundance of Your Strength.
My God, You taught me how to walk.
As I walked, I walked away.
Releasing Your hand, I did not stay.
With each step I grew confident
that my own strength would carry me on.
My two weak feet carried on.
I no longer acknowledge You as God.
Two weak feet are two weak feet,
my weight can't be carried by two weak feet.
My strength is none as I fall from high.
I tried to stand and stand on my own.
Again I fall and again I fall.
My pride before my God.
Finally I stood up with my two weak feet,
I tried to walk with my mangled feet.
My buckled knees, they would not hold.
Crumbling down, I fell and fell.
I raised my hands to You my God.
Again to You, my God I turned.
You raised me up and healed my feet.
In your presence I managed to walk.
Still Your Hand I would not hold,
Choosing to walk to and fro.
Away and near, Away and near.
I fall again my God, again I fall.
Crying out loud, “Why is it, my God,
that I fall even in Your presence”
My knees are bleeding,
My legs have broken again.
And then I saw Your outstretched hand,
My God, I am still far from You.
You lift me upon your back,
carrying me to Calvary.
Your legs are pierced,
through the pain You carried me.
For my sake my God
You, my God took the cross.
And now I know how to walk,
for my feet can never carry me far,
I hold Your hand and walk,
close to You I'd walk.
I'd grow weary but I won't fall
Jesus my Lord, You'd carry me through.
Yes, the Lord most High is not a crutch. He carries me.
The function of a crutch is to support the walker. The walker hobbles along, barely and slowly moving.
Walking with Jesus is not with a crutch. You can't die everyday to yourself, you have to die every moment.
Only recently i realised that my walk is wrong, for like in the 3rd last paragraph, i thought i was close, but i still held myself by my own strength, i still thought i'd be able to go. This is when sin comes back, when i did not put God in front. When i thought i can depend on God as a crutch. i'd still trip and fall, my legs would still crumble. i'm not that strong to use a crutch, and i can't hobble along the rest of my life.
Now i've learnt to walk, by making my God my Lord, by putting Him in front of myself, by holding His hand each step, by knowing that when i can't make it, i need to let Him carry.
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4/12/2008 11:48:00 PM
