I gaze upon my fallen lords

I gaze upon my fallen lords

at all my chains and idols

all fallen to the holy sword

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The crimson battlefield

whence my lords were slain
whence to my true Lord I yield

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Now lift up this diadem of praise

And crown the Lord of Life

That saved us through His grace

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haha super random and I think many ppl wont understand

Turn Your Eyes From The Storm

I've been travelling so long

on ice so thin it feels like water
on and on
All around the storm resound, shouting
"You CAN'T hold on much longer"
on and on
My foot is slipping in cold water
Then His voice rang louder than the thunder

Turn your eyes from the storm
look to me you will not fall
trust in me and hold my hand
walk with me and you will stand
The sun will rise the clouds will fade
The pain will make you strong
Turn your eyes from the storm

On and on and on my way
Stumbling here and there along
on and on
the waves are coming up my waist
I feel the wind's choking song
on and on
I cry out 'Lord O Lord O save me"
Then His voice rose above the song

Turn Your eyes from the Storm
Look to me you will not fall
Your grip on me is slipping loose
but I am holding on to you
The sun will rise, the clouds will fade
have faith, have faith
Turn your eyes from the storm

Sweet Presbitry

Today, I went to AMKPC. I talked to my leaders about what I felt. They advised me that if I wasn't growing, in this church, they recommended me to go to the church I could grow better in. I know you may think it sounds harsh but actually they said it very nicely to me. So, I guess this is it huh? God is calling me to another church? Shall I transfer to Trinity now? I don't know I'm just so confused and heartbroken. Heartbroken not because my church has abandoned me but I am abandoning my church. I guess I foresaw this, I just never expected it to happen.
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My heart was breaking within me as I made this poem, to the tune of "Sweet Hour of Prayer"
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SWEET PRESBITRY
Sweet Presbitry, Sweet Presbitry

My roots have grown so deep in thee

You were a guide a home to me

I always found my God in thee

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Yet in the years I hoped to grow,

I nary found a single soul

To laugh with me and cry with me

My deepest secret to bear with me

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Sweet Presbitry, Sweet Presbitry

I could not find one with the same zeal as me

And now I long for another Tree

I beg thee do not cry 'Adultery!'

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Yet I cannot bear, for me to tear

myself from you my tribal share

Yet I found God in yonder elsewhere

So cry me not, my dear, my care

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Sweet Presbitry, Sweet Presbitry

I pray you'll grow well without me

You may forget me but I will never thee

Farewell, Farewell Sweet Presbitry

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Farewell,

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Farewell,

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Sweet Presbitry.

He went away

okay, this poem/song is dedicated to a certain someone:

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I heard the news,

he will go away.

far away, a place to shake his past loose.

To go to a paradise he could choose.

what can I do? but watch him go

and keep my tears from flowing, so slow.

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Just keep running, keep on running,

when will you stop and look,

you've already found your heart's desire.

Keep on searching, you'll start hurting

if you just stop and look.

Don't be afraid, through hurt you'll grow stronger

but you just will not stop and look

I pray to God you'll not loose your way

when you went away

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Zero hour came

he's going away

fading from hour hearts, fading from our minds

he wish we'd forget, but we never could

they gave him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh

but I could only offer him this prayer

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Just keep running, keep on running

but do you know what you

are running from? when you've passed your heart's one desire

You kept searching, never finding

you will not just fade away

when you went away

And I pray to God you'll find your way

not to leave the path but each day to pray

for strength to face the day

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Just keep running, keep on running

do you still know what you are running for?

Just stop searching, and start finding

just remember what you're searching for

You're no longer here but you can still go there.

And I pray to God you'll find your way

when you went away

when you went away

don't fade away

The Scarlet Scarred Hands

I know that I may be superficial to say this since I wrote this poem, but this is simply beautiful

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In the beginning they were there

hands that formed the the skies so vast

Hands too big for us to comprehend

became flesh to be scarred for us

.

Behold the scarlet scarred hands

nailed upon the cruel cross

Hands that made the very men

that would bring His death across

That our broken hearts He would come to glean

His scarlet hands have made ours clean

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Come see the scars in His hands and feet

He is not dead nor does he sleep

Behold His hands reach out in love

they come to comfort, indeed to serve.

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Until now I still stand amazed

How could God's hands fit into mine?

That He is mine to love and hold

The scarlet scarred hands put all sins behind

Give Me Your Love

This is the Poem I wrote in Surabaya,

Give me Your love

to love those unlovable

Give me Your love

to reach out to the lost

So sweet Your love

that enables the unable

I need Your love

to tell them You've paid their cost.

Who Can Stand?

Felt like writing a random poem here goes!:

I stand

Among a thousand others

Taking their stand

Against the raging seas

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One question remains

Who can stand?

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Who can stand?
When mountains tremble and giants fall
Who can stand?

When----- all around you disasters -----call
The -------mountains melt like ------wax
The ---------valleys split ------- ---asunder
Among it all,
Who can stand?

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The time has come

Dark clouds on the horizon

Yet it comes

Before your eyes are open

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One question remains

Can you stand?

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He can stand

And the way -----to Him is open

He can--------- stand

Eventhough --------all else fails

The mountains------ melt like wax

The valleys ------split asunder

Among it all --------He can stand

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And in himHim-------I will stand

He is ---------my stand

In you I ------------will stand

Jesus you-----------are my stand

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Haha is sounds more like a song than a poem, maybe I will turn it into a song, haha. Problem is, I'm terrible when it comes to making tunes. so a poem it will be:)