january 29th,04
huahhuaaua
kangen ayang ih sebel....pada kemana yah dia?
hmmm...kok tiba-tiba menghilang begitu saja?
apa dia buat komitmen baru kalo di tahun yang baru kagak mau selingkuh lagi?
hmm.. yang pasti seneng banget waktu call dia masih ingat namaku..
sometimes it is torturing but i'm glad he's alive
ain't that all your prayers were about?;o)
bahasa jerman bikin addicted! heiheihiehie kali karena banyakan
HausAufgabe jadinyah setiap hari sentuh bukunya moloww!:P
semoga deh bisa mengerti sedikit demi sedikit lol
ich gern deutschkurs:P
ps. fur Lehrerin: meinchmal sie ist dumm! hUIAhAHIAIHAIHIA...
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ON THE WINGS OF PRAYER
[on behalf of Els : u are the teacher!]
Just close your eyes and open your heart
and feel your worries and cares depart,
just yield yourself to the Father above
and let Him hold you secure in His love-
for life on earth grows more involved
with endless problems that can't be solved-
but God only asks us to do our best,
then He will "take over" and finish the rest
so when you're tired, discouraged and blue,
there's always one door that is open for you-
and that is the door to "the house of prayer"
and you'll find God waiting to meet you there,
and "the house of prayer" is no farther away
than the quiet spot where you kneel and pray-
for the heart is a temple when God is there
as we place ourselves in His loving care,
and He hears every prayer and answers each one
when we pray in His name "thy will be done"-
and the burdens that seemed too heavy to bear
are lifted away on "the wings of prayer"
SOMEONE SOMEWHERE
someone somewhere must have said
a little prayer for me
i know now how it came about-
but quietly, secretly
the weight was lifted from my heart
there came a strange relief
a sudden relaxation, from the tyranny of grief
the love of life stole in once more,
like sunshine after rain;
the future beckoned and i followed
finding joy again.
i know how it happened, it was all mystery
but someone somewhere must have said
a little prayer for me..
ONLY PASSING BY
we are only passing by, we are not here to stay
life is like a pelgrimage we pass upon our way
from birth to death, for the road is durty, dark and long
and others tread a fair and flowery pathway with a song
but we are only passing by;
our destination lies far byond the golden reaches of the evening skies
life on earth is just a brief adventure of the soul
as it travels ever towards to an unseen goal
make it now that gesture of forgiveness and love;
do it now, while there is light e'er darkness falls above.
when we see the permanence of earth and sea and sky
often we forget, that we are only passing by
ROOM W/OUT A DOOR
the mind is a room without a door
open to whatever passes by
influence from the outer world enter
through the ear and through the eye
thoughts come pressing in upon the brain
right or wrong unceasing hour by hour
striving for the mystery within,
good and evil forces seizing power
the mind is like a room without a door
open to the vagrant thoughts that roam
seeking for a place to occupy
restless spirits looking for a home
so the will must stand a sentinel
ready with the question "who was there?"
SEARCH YOUR HEART
if you say you have no cares
then selfish you must be;
can you hug your happiness and your security
knowing that beyond the door
there's misery and grief?
people crying out for help,
for comfort and relief..
you cannot feed the hungry
millions of the world outside
you cannot ease their sufferings
as for their wants profide,
but in your own small circle
there is somebody in need
of love and companionship
it is not a virtue to exsist contentedly
if you never think of others "HAPPY" you may be
but search your heart
and if you're honest, you will never rest,
till someone else is happy too
and someone else is blessed.
EVERYWHERE ACROSS THE LAND YOU SEE GOD'S FACE AND TOUCH HIS HAND
each time you look up in the sky
or watch the fluffy clouds drift by
or feel the sunshine warm and bright
or watch the dark night turn to light
or hear a bluebird gayly sing
or see the winter turn to spring
or stop to pick a daffodil
or gather violets on some hill
or touch a leaf or see a tree
it's all God whispering "this is Me..
and I am faith and I am light
and in Me there shall be no night"