Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Story: The Parable of The Seed

Once a upon a time,
There was a crack.
In that crack laid a seed.
The seed was left behind
By a sudden gush of wind.

Frozen in its state,
Abandoned to the elements.
For it had been for some time,
The seed was asleep
In its state of existence.

One morning the seed woke up
In a drunken stupor.
It went silent and sullen.
The seed was hurt
Beyond recognition.

"Who am I?"
"How did I end up here?"
Unwilling to seek help
The seed just laid there
Refusing to dream.

Silently the drops fell
From the heavens.
Like silvery tears,
The One who knows
Has heard its cries.

Perhaps it took a long while,
For the seed to understand
Its purpose in this world.
For the One who heals
Has begun its transformation.

On a fine day,
The seed felt different.
It woke up to discover
The One who creates
Had changed its state.

It had grown overnight!
Pushing through the ground,
The seed has gotten out
From its comfortable crack
To the ground above.

Much to its astonishment,
There was no more fear.
The seed could stretch
With its newfound confidence,
Branching out in its glory.

Then the One who loves
Brought the morning light.
The seed felt protected
As the warm rays
Gave it abundant nourishment.

Then the One who breathes
Spoke for the first time,
"Little seed... You have done well!"
"For without your brokenness
There was nothing I can do!".

Then the seed remembered
How it got there,
What broke its spirit.
Seeing its transformation,
It understood the greater plan!

By momoko69

This is written for you who won't do much now. I am believing that one day, you will be like this seed, allowing your old self to be transformed by the One who knows, heals, creates, loves and breathes. I know He will do it if you let Him! Choose to live, my dearest friend!

Monday, July 23, 2012

Poem: Still

In her world
All things remain
In its own orbit
In His time
Everything has
Its own place

Standing in her space
Not moving at all
Tis a good thing
He watches over her
In silence, in spirit
Time stands still

She prays, she waits
Under the crimson cover
She stands, she counts
Each second turns to hours
Patiently and surely
Her faith reminds her

He breathes, He moves
Under the clear blue sky
He yearns, He speaks
Each word turns into flesh
Gently... so clearly
His life rejuvenates her

by momoko69
This song "Still" by Hillsong United taught me how to wait patiently and trust that God moves at the right timing. This picture I found on the internet reminded me so much about where I am now. So as I hum this song, I wrote this poem. I know now that I move because He moves. No longer will I lament about the what, when, how, why and who in all my circumstances... Whenever I am in doubt, I will look at this picture.

Hide me now
Under Your wings
Cover me
Within Your mighty hand

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father you are King over the flood
I will be still and know You are God

Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know His power
In quietness and trust

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father You are king over the flood
I will be still and know You are God

Monday, July 16, 2012

Poem: A Pebble At A Time

She watches as he walks along the road
His back seems hunched from the weight
Of his burdens he has been carrying
For so long, he walks alone...
For once, he takes a break...

She walks a little distance behind him
His eyes focus only on what's ahead
Of his aspirations he has been dreaming
For some time now, he strives on...
For some moments, he doubts if he can do it

She picks up a pebble along the way
He walks up to a quiet stream
Where his heart rests and his mind sleeps
In that moment, she slips into his hands
A tiny momento... a heartfelt prayer uttered

She hopes each pebble gives him strength
He hopes to slow down the sands of time
When there will be dancing and singing
In moments of great rejoicing
A pebble tower sits... it's where her heart resides.

by momoko69

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Poem: The Song Of A Reluctant Healer



I asked the ultimate question

Within the depths of my being.

Hoping to find readymade answers…

To quell my incessant probing.

For years, I seek the world…

For remnants of love and fame.

Yet the truth of the matter is…

I have only begun to know its name.

Today I stand before you, my friend.

A changed woman not by her might,

Transformed by the faith and love

Of a Saviour who refused to fight.

Who am I to you, my Lord?

That you would want from me…

I have pittance to offer you.

Haven’t I paid the fee?

I crumble silently under the weight

Of invisible tears and broken parts.

Where do I begin… how do I start?

To heal these once shattered hearts…

Once again I have been stumped 

By frail human limitations.

Humbly and reverently I wait…

For subtle divine intercessions.

(written by momoko69, 28/11/2001)

For years after being burnt out at church, I refuse to accept my true calling to be God's healing hands. To reach out to his people meant that I have to be less of Anne and more of Christ. I didn’t want to give… I felt spent and all used up. Most of all, I didn’t think I was good enough to be made an instrument of God. Unworthy and unappreciated… almost sucked dry whenever I give. So I thought this was a good thing… self preservation! But little did I realise I'd missed the point completely. It is to lean on the knowledge and strength of our Lord. It is to depend wholly unto Him who gives us wisdom and understanding to bring peace and healing to people who have yet to know him. Thank God, for the Helper who gives insights into my feeble mind.

Friday, July 06, 2012

Song: Everything will be fine!

Tessa says quietly to herself
Everything's okay, everything is fine.
I don't need anybody's help.
I don't like what I see in the mirror,
But I won't let you see it.
Yet deep down, she knows...

John works late and misses his meals,
Everything's okay, everything is fine,
I don't need anybody's pity.
I don't know where I am going in my career.
But I won't let my family see my frowns
Yet deep down, he knows...

Are we all crumbling? Are we alive?
Where's the truth behind these lies?
We strive so hard to hide
What's deep inside of our hearts
Can you see me? Can you feel me?

Lisa walks to the nearest clinic
Everything's okay, everything is fine
I don't need any more testing
I don't know if I will be well again
But I won't let them feel sorry for me
Yet deep down, she knows...

They hear the insults.. oh the pain
Everything's okay, everything is fine.
They don't need your words to break their bones
They will take each beating as they come
But they won't let anyone see them cry
Yet deep down, they know...

Can you hear them calling? Can you hear them cry?
Where's the truth behind these lies
We strive so hard to be alive
Believing one day at a time
I can see you... I can feel you!

by momoko69

Penned these words down because there are people who go through these days. Although I have no melody to go with this song, I just wanted to write the lyrics out. The heaviness of these lives gave me inspiration to write this song.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

From me to Papa

Papa God,

You knew me before I was born.
You probably saw me in my first conception, and you saw my future before me.
You probably frowned at some decisions I have made along the way all these years.
But you look out for me each time I fall.
The cuts and bruises were not so painful because You were always there beside me in silence.

Thank you for never giving up on me despite my rebellious spirit.
You are always there to open your arms each time I run home to you.
Thank you for reminding that I am loved when I don't feel so good about myself on gloomy days. There are days where I doubt if You made the right decision to choose me for each job.
But You convince me that the journey is worth far more than the destination.

Papa, when You look at me now, I hope I've made You proud. Not by what I do, but by the way I try to live my life by not looking back and moving forward to make each day count.

What counts is who I am in Your eyes.

Yours truly,
your Sheep in Progress