and grace will lead me home...,
it has been some time i haven't blog or could not blog. its made me delirious. its painful to be tossed around feebly by fate.
the common tests for the week are finished. FINISHED. pun intended :D. especially after that bio paper i have decided to study hard for the bio prelims. cos' thats probably all i can do to salvage myself biologically. recently my dreams are extra-ordinary unusual. or shall i say, special? i remember one of them so clearly it should never wash away. there i was, in the auditorium, in the assembly last thursday. i was sitting there and all around was a blur. but i hear the so familiar tune. I WAS WATCHING AND LISTENING TO PROFESSOR CHUNG PLAYING THE AMAZING GRACE. EVERY NOTE, EVERY ACTION, EXACTLY. just like a replay of my videotape. i cannot believe it myself. and so i am going down to the cathedral this saturday. i have to search for my soul. okay the other dream was quite weird actually, if not, it would be rather hilarious. haha. it includes nigel, philip and nicholas. also, i experienced a very very very unexplained phenomenon the previous night, i shant say it here lest it it thought otherwise. (: (if you do wanna know, im gald to share :D)
okay it is quite impossible not to notice that the surface's changed. no more lookouts for mums and dads. this is eyes-friendly. and it does not come without a little inspiration, it tells a story; bolt of the blue; wrote this on the eve night of bio common test while studying halfway; thereby explaining my laughter after that paper. a laughter of hopelessness, filled with plenty of question marks and fubar expressions. :b
here's my bolt;
A little dandelion, unattached to the mundane world, floated about freely, nothing was its restrictions. the sky was its friend, the wind its playmate. But it was with the least of ideas where it's heading. Drifting around and about, it spotted a lovely garden with pretty flowers. And there, it spiralled down to this garden. To settle beside this beautiful flower. It grew taller, by day.
Soon it was more than just a seedling. It was growing and it was sure she'd notice yet never knew how much he was growing, on her. Because he was just another little insignificant and lonely fluff that have stumbled incidentally upon this garden. Of course, it was not just incidental. It was intentional. For if he could tell you, he would just be happy to lay beside her, to bask in the sunlight together or even beneath her shadows, for he knows every morning he would wake, to be mesmerised by her lovely colours. And she, is the flower that makes the little dandelion brave through thick and thin; the stormy nights, the gusting winds; to hold on tightly lest it was blown away and never to see her again.
For the lovely garden would be the promised land, the sun be his Lord and strength for the loving kindness to bring him to the safe lands; the chance to grow; not only within myself. but on her. and yes, the little dandelion, would be me.
...amazing grace.. How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to
fear, And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall
fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.
(:o hmm okay...just again, i'd like to thank jerm for her help in my blog sizing :D thank you. And God Bless all!
Singing of His love at 9:04 p.m., Thursday, Aug. 05, 2004