Morning Prayer

During holidays, 'tis quite too easy to spend days in useless musings. May the Lord still let my life shine like a candle for Him.

In the morning I arise,

Stretching arms and rubbing eyes,

Wondering what course should lie

On my way today.

In the morning, silently,

As the sunrise creeps on me,

I can’t help but question why

I need face the day.

Not for love and not for fame,

Not for praises to my name,

Not for mem’ries passing by

Must I live today.

Christ alone, my heart’s desire,

Sparked the flame and feeds the fire;

Lord, upon You I rely,

Use me, Lord, today.

In a Short, Little Breath

This is a poem I penned during the days following the sudden passing of my dear Uncle Samuel--a godfather to me since birth and an uncle to me by marriage. And every time the words of the chorus float through my mind, I learn to rejoice that he is resting in the arms of God. 

Verse:

In a short, little breath,

All the memories made

Are disrupted by death

Of the loved one who’s laid

On the altar before us today.

In the blink of an eye,

All the plans we had made

Disappear with the sigh

That forever would fade

In the shadow above us today.

Chorus:

But the body we see

Is no longer he

For he’s in his heavenly home

And there he is free

To live painlessly

In the arms of our heavenly Lord.