rediscovering eden
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
whom shall i fear
whom shall i fear
i am yours
dailies
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
-10:05 AM
I cry out to God Most High,
to God, who fufills his purpose for me.
He sends from heaven and saves me,..
God sends his love and his faithfulness
Psalm 57: 2-3
Done with Social psychology and Social inequalities. Praise God! Had social inequalities this evening at 5 and it was ok la. Popped by a friend's place before heading to harbourfront food court to have dinner and study. It was a good conversation and haha quite a laugh as well.
Anw i think today i really had a enjoyable time and conversation with my good friend whom i will not mentioned who before he /she will be in a jeopardized position should someone *ahem i wont mention* pops by. It's interesting when u think about the beautiful memory, u will naturally think about the person/people who created that memory with you. And it gives you a warm feeling just thinking about the people and those times. It makes it even more impactful especially when it involves significant others. i had mine. But then again do i like the memory itself more than the person who created the memory with me especially when prompted by certain environmental cues that leads to the memory and then the person? It's strange and im still trying to rationalize the times we had.. did i like the memory more than i could have possibly liked you?
If i took away everything physically good about you, will i still appreciate you like i used to? What would remain?
