Monday, January 24, 2011
Oh, I Want to Know You More!
Your dad first heard this song from Steve Green's album.
Straight away it touched my heart, and until this day, many times I still wept listening to this song.
Maybe it is because the words is so relevant to my soul, where there is a constant struggle between the hunger to know Christ more, and inevitable labor to meet life's responsibility.
Sons, may this song also could encourage and draw you back to God whenever you find yourself too busy for Him.
Just the time I feel
that I've been caught
in the mire of self.
Just the time I feel
my mind's been bought
by worldly wealth.
That's when the breeze begins
to blow, I know
the Spirit's Call.
And all my worldly wanderings
just melt into His Love.
Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
To feel Your Heart and know Your Mind,
looking in Your eyes stirs up within me,
cries that says I want to know You
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.
When my daily deeds
ordinarily lose life and song,
my heart begins to bleed,
sensitivity to Him is gone.
I've run the race but set my own pace
and face a shattered soul,
Now the Gentle Arms of Jesus
warm my hunger to be whole.
And Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
And I would give my final breath
to know You in Your Death and Resurrection,
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more...
Straight away it touched my heart, and until this day, many times I still wept listening to this song.
Maybe it is because the words is so relevant to my soul, where there is a constant struggle between the hunger to know Christ more, and inevitable labor to meet life's responsibility.
Sons, may this song also could encourage and draw you back to God whenever you find yourself too busy for Him.
Just the time I feel
that I've been caught
in the mire of self.
Just the time I feel
my mind's been bought
by worldly wealth.
That's when the breeze begins
to blow, I know
the Spirit's Call.
And all my worldly wanderings
just melt into His Love.
Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
To feel Your Heart and know Your Mind,
looking in Your eyes stirs up within me,
cries that says I want to know You
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.
When my daily deeds
ordinarily lose life and song,
my heart begins to bleed,
sensitivity to Him is gone.
I've run the race but set my own pace
and face a shattered soul,
Now the Gentle Arms of Jesus
warm my hunger to be whole.
And Oh, I want to know You more!
Deep within my soul I want to know You,
Oh, I want to know You.
And I would give my final breath
to know You in Your Death and Resurrection,
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more.
Oh, I want to know You more...
Saturday, January 1, 2011
O Jesus I Have Promised
Lyrics: John E. Bode
Music: Arthur H. Mann
O Jesus, I have promised to serve Thee to the end;
Be Thou forever near me, my Master and my Friend;
I shall not fear the battle if Thou art by my side,
Nor wander from the pathway if Thou wilt be my Guide.
O let me feel Thee near me! The world is ever near;
I see the sights that dazzle, the tempting sounds I hear;
My foes are ever near me, around me and within;
But Jesus, draw Thou nearer, and shield my soul from sin.
O Jesus, Thou hast promised to all who follow Thee
That where Thou art in glory there shall Thy servant be.
And Jesus, I have promised to serve Thee to the end;
O give me grace to follow, my Master and my Friend.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Beneath the Cross of Jesus
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Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand
The shadow of a mighty Rock Within a weary land;
A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way,
From the burning of the noontide heat, And the burden of the day.
Upon that cross of Jesus Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears Two wonders I confess
The wonders of redeeming love And my unworthiness.
I take, O cross, thy shadow For my abiding place;
I ask no other sunshine than The sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss,
My sinful self my only shame, My glory all the cross.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Welcome on Board, Son
Oct 1, 2010 is another milestone in my life.
God gives me to you.
You were born a little smaller compare to your brother, a mere 2.60kg.
Deciding your name has been a long process.
I wrote few options on my white board, and very undecisive about it, particularly so for your name in English.
One morning, I read the book of Genesis for my devotion and came across the story of Cain and Abel.
When I ponder on the contrast between these two brothers, like lightning strike, I know what your name would be: Abel Lim.
I wish your heart would be like Abel, giving his best to God out of his true faith and genuine worship to his creator, even to the extend of paying his own life for it.
After sharing it with your mom, we decided to use the Indonesian version of Abel, which is Habel (pronounce as 'hah-bell' in Indonesia, and 'Hey-ble' in English.
Therefore, you name is Habel Lim Shi Xin, 林实信.
Welcome on board, son.
Together, we build a family that serve God and minister to people!
Friday, October 1, 2010
You are a brother now, Fidel
Son, today onwards, you (and this blog) will no longer be the same.
Because, you will be called Brother now on!
God gives me 2nd son, and he gives you a brother.
Because, you will be called Brother now on!
God gives me 2nd son, and he gives you a brother.
Let me tell you this, it is a great honor and priviledge to be a brother.
Now on, you have an individual, a person, who no one else is dearer for you than him.
You have obligation to love, to protect, to enrich him together with me.
This is a tremendous priviledge from God.
I am going to share this blog with your brother.
What I have written and what I am going to write, is what I want to share with both of you.
Together, we are one family.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Happy Birthday to You
It's a wondeful kind of feeling, just to observe you, my son.
Observing you has been my greatest entertainment lately.At this age of 2, you jump, you climb, you dance, you hang on the edge of a table, and you are able to tease people with your funny and creative expressions.
Observing you has been my greatest entertainment lately.At this age of 2, you jump, you climb, you dance, you hang on the edge of a table, and you are able to tease people with your funny and creative expressions.
Sometimes, I hope you remain as 2 years old forever!
Today, we celebrated your 2 years old birthday.
Time flies, and you sure growing up and learning fast.
We do not throw a big party for you this time.
Just three of us, with a small cake, and two friends who happen to visit us at the time.
You are equally thrilled and joyful with the celebration.
Thank you for bringing so much joy to our home.
Happy birthday, son.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Your Dad not too bad also
Whenever we heard people say you are cute, or handsome, of course, as parents, we felt happy.
But, let us be reminded of two things, son.
1. Physical appearance is temporary. You will not be cute forever!
2. Inner self, the real person, is more important. Make sure it is cute and handsome always.
Lest you do not believe me that physical appearance is temporary and will change with time,
let me show you a picture of me at about 3-4 years old, I guess.
How about that!
Your mom actually said I was cuter.
Never mind if you do not agree.
I was stricken with chronic asthma shortly after this picture was taken.
And I remain weak, skinny, underweight to this day.
Son, the most scary sound to me is the sound of you coughing.
I can only pray that you will not 'inherit' my asthma.
If you do, please forgive me, and I trust God will lead you through it.
'In all things God works for the good of those who love Him' (Romans 8:28).
He makes no mistake. Trust Him.
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