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Thanks through tears

While walking back from a stressful day of learning about the complexities of this world,
I feel the fresh air as the waters start slipping of my tearduct,
Releasing how much work i've got with little time,
I cling to HiIM who made me like a dying patient holding on to life with the help of a life support

I then notice someone walking passed me from a hospital tears in her eyes as she whispers softly words unheard and unknown but known to the maker of all things
I suddenly find myself whispering a prayer on her behalf and at that moment realising she may have more problems than me.
I begin whispering prayer of thanksgiving coupled with a heartache but with faith that the one above will take care of it all.
I lay it all at his feet in thanksgiving and praise, lifting up my Ebenezer for the wonderful life he has given me
I don't know how to express this praise within because my heart bursts forth with Joy.

He is my all in all.

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Mysteries of the Overground 1

Acceptable or not,
This is another world of its own.

Walking down the road in an area of the docklands,
Feeling an ache
With my head spinning with thoughts,
I finally get on board - the light train

Lost in thoughts,
My phone network, finger dialed straight to a far away country,
A country ahead of most parts of the world,
To a dear friend
As to be expected, it was midnight over there
A broad smiile across my face as I say "hello"
but I couldn't continue the convo, I had to say "good bye"

About to continue with my research on internet security
My finger on the zipper
As a huge man walks into the light train
Voice in high audibles
Language not easily understood
It goes like this "legelogo...."
Yea, these people I just don't understand them
Everyone on the train try to ignore him
but typical country people would pretend not to mind
it is disturbing
So, I pick up my phone to do this post and then another set get on board
The perfume possibly home-made because the fragrance could stimulate anger - the climax of strong fragrance
I am trying to breathe and can't write any more.

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Poems on the Underground 3

Read Poems on the Underground 1 and 2 here

Although past rush hour, the city still busy.
The lines fully packed, I a traveller within
All sitting places occupied by the blonde, brunette, sleek, soft n silky, n natural
The toddlers at it with their voices in high audibles

holding on for support felt like holding on to life
I held on with my mind wandering far and wide
Many on the grey line were on the same track as me
Going deep through life's path as the little droplets where about escaping through my tearduct
Then I knew this was the climax

Praying so hard to quickly get off and get behind close doors to hold on to HIS promise just as I held on to the poles
I caught myself praying for those in similar situation as myself
Then something triggered, mine may not be as worse as others: a flash of hope

Out of the darkness, the grey line gradually pulled in to daylight
And there it was; a new HOPE ends my story of the Underground.

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Poems on the Underground 3

Although past rush hour, the city still busy.
The lines fully packed, I a traveller within
All sitting places occupied by the blonde, brunette, sleek, soft n silky, n natural
The toddlers at it with their voices in high audibles
on for support felt like holding on to life
I held on with my mind wandering far and wide
Many on the grey line were on the same track as me
Going deep through life's path as the little droplets where about escaping through my tearduct
Then I knew this was the climax
Read Poems on the Underground 1 and 2 here
Praying so hard to quickly get off and get behind close doors to hold on to HIS promise just as I held on to the poles
I caught myself praying for those in similar situation as myself
Then something triggered, mine may not be as worse as others: a flash of hope

Out of the darkness, the grey line gradually pulled in to daylight
And there it was; a new HOPE ends my story of the Underground.

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How firm?

As a little girl. I grew up to walk side by side with my Dad. Always wanting to go with him everywhere.
On one of those occasions I went with my Dad to his building site and I remember the builders were fixing the window frames but my Dad wasn't sure of its rigidity and strength in case of a mishap. He asked one of the builders "how firm is this structure?"

That word "firm" goes a long way. If anything should go wrong trust is lost.



There's just one who can keep u firm
just one person who'd ensure your finance is firm
Just one person who'd ensure your marriage or relationship is firm
Just one person who'd ensure your life is firm
Just one person who'd assure you of a firm Salvation
And he is both the builder and the assurer
He'd give u far more than what an insurance company will give u back but u really don't need the insurance because he will never fail.
That person is Jesus but first how firm is your Faith in him?

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