Monday, June 29, 2009

Jesus Loves the Boys

She sang Jesus Loves Me. They were amused and applauded generously. Despite that, just as she was volunteering herself to the song, they were not as generous as she was singing it. They bleated like discontented goats.
Jesus Loves Me, yes I know,
Cause the bible tells me so,
Little children come to Him,
They are weak but He is strong.
Like a shepherd, she drove them. Boy, did they improved mooing more like cows this time. :)
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Cause the bible tells me so.
The past, the present and the future, He is the Alpha and Omega. He loves them all.
11 Lives + 1 Love = 11 Testimonies

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Not Her Own

She's angry. She's frustrated. She's scared.

She stared long at the hands he gave her, "What can I do with these?" Knowing she couldn't make a change, she lost heart. Tears trickled down from her cheeks. She looked at the people around her, happy and glee. She looked at herself; mine's different.
She read His words: I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you. (Genesis 28:15)
He knows her more than she knows her own.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Angels Sing

She stepped into the sanctuary as if she was brought there by chance, a garland of grace embraced her with warmth and love. The church had bowed their heads in prayers. Some murmured their hearts out, pouring words after words. Others clasped their hands tight. In faith they believed and not by sight. She was humbled.
She couldn't pray at all that night. Her thoughts rummaged through her brain. Her throat itched forcing her to cough every ten seconds. She pulled on. She prayed, but coughed, prayed and coughed; she coughed more than she had prayed. The spirits overpowered her and made her shiver; the sentiments infected her from the nose down her throat like a wave. It made her cough all the more. Suddenly, a vain voice shot her right through the heart, "You are very disturbing." She was flung towards a sea of guilt and sunk to rock bottom.
"Why have I come to be someone else' frustration?" She refrained to pour. She inhaled and swallowed hard. It threatened to make her cough all the more. It was right at that very moment, they sang Hallelujah. She coughed loud. But, they sang louder. It was beautiful, magnificent, wonderful, majestic and ... beyond comprehension.

How small is it pain compared to the number of blessings receive everyday? She knew she had been blessed abundantly.

Friday, June 12, 2009

A Black Doll

The black fella with a set of white teeth
, his friend once described him. So small and skinny was he that could twist a belt round that waist at least twice! He looked like a lost doll from WonderLand. He had skin so fine and smooth, he would be a shame to Barbie. His eyelashes curled with pride above those shining eyes of his. Needless to say, his hair fluttered just as the same. And, that just gave him the extra credits for being adorably appealing.

This exotic figure however often not appeared lingering at places most expected. He was seen missing at where he should be, and loitering elsewhere he shouldn't be. He was as mischievous as a monkey. If Darwin's theory of evolution fit this world, it's clear evident that his ancestors were ape. Delightfully, the Word nullified Darwin's idea, and this little fellow was loved abundantly by the Father.
His life spoke not of riches - a big house nor a big car. Having to leave a mother's nest from young to cuddle the embrace of a new home, his was marred. But, in him was a strong man. He was all joy though he was not the world. Miss "Ballet", he would tease, but that just drunk her with joy; even the morning glory would bloom by night. So little of him had she known, yet so much had he shown.
Indeed, he was a gem, an unknown treasure that glowed humbly in a chest of rocks.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

She Spells Best Friend

She's a girl from Primary Three,
A friendly girl indeed is she,
Though separated from class alike,
Her heart stays close with all her might.

Badminton is a game she plays,
She's quick learner in pool she flares,
Gym, tennis, squash as oft' can be,
No doubt fit as a flea is she.

It's true her skins ain't white as snow,
Her heart's as pure as gold can glow,
Still a friend said she cooked witches' brew,
She spoke no words though it made her threw.

She love cards, chesses and eat nuts,
Brain ain't small as biggest of nuts,
Smart is she to know Albert Einstein,
No chance of her to play Frankenstein.

Remember the time cards and chess are played,
Placed almost all assets to both dismayed,
Whoever could be a fool by the end?
Bulged out stomach with laughter since it's game.

Kept it so hard from the eyes,
Though it's not at all a lie,
How can her friend be so blind?
Live her life without rewind.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Battle of the Kitchen

He cooks because there are no breakfast on the table. He is certain that breakfast will still be insufficient even if it has been laid. So, he cooks, with everything but the kitchen sink. Sometimes it looks so good it whet the appetite the minute it's being caught sight of. Other times, it just kills it.

She thinks he is unhygienic. Descriptions are so cruelly inscribed with adjectives that make it gruesome. No doubt the stomach loses its appetite. There are also times where she savours and finds it surprisingly good. That's when she stays silent. In spite of that, it happens only occasionally. So she cooks, usually just enough to feed everyone. But, a luscious breakfast never leaves a crumb. In other words, it never fill a hungry stomach full.
And so, in a kitchen where he cooks, and where she cooks, the battle begins.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

A Rabit's Story

Where he sat the very last was,
There's no concern for him to blast,
It was set, and that's how it was,
From the beginning till its last.
Laughing was he on the set,
Yet different from the rest;
Yes, he obeyed as was said,
And did his works at his best.

His heart was young like the rest,
But tamed it well to be still,
Like a puppet in distress,
But he knew what's in the bill.
He spelt Rabbit as Rabit,
Did not know how wrong he was;
Surprised was he she said it,
Note for correction he must.

Knows lil' 'bout aquariums and loves to cook,
But fish on the pan make him sick 'bout food;
He likes monkey, and so names it Berry,
Strawberry's girly, William's just Berry.