Wednesday, July 14, 2010

* Iron Wont Rust *


Strong.. I guess I am, to take it head on.
If not right now, then when it comes, I wont be on the ground.

I wont go to anyone, wont tell it and cry out loud,
I'll just sit within me,close all doors again and lock it forever no doubt.

I am a human, mortal and dust,
yet that day, I'll stand like iron.. wont crumble,wont rust.

Let Me Die !!




Let me die, Oh let me die,
no strings attached with this world where I lie.

Take my breaths Oh Lord from me,
in perfect peace away from this world I want to be.

Take my soul and keep it in Your store,
out of this caged body I want to freely sore.

Let me die Oh Lord let me die,
with little that I have, this prayer I earnestly cry..

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Corpus Christii - The body of Christ




Corpus Christii Thao broke for me.
Three cruel nails pierced Thy palms and feet,
Oh! corpus Christii they peeled Thy very skin out of Thee.

Thao bore the pointed wires on Thy back,the hunter and the sticks of rejection so silently.
They scraped every inch of Thy corpus,oh! it was the limit of brutality.

They took Thy linen and casted lots for it,
gave Thee a mocking royalty and made the thorny crown on Thy head to sit.

They marched Thee on the city streets with wounds exposed that shouted to the stone hearts to come and believe.
yet they so easily nailed Thee to the tree,oh! wicked souls,no they did not grieve.

All this did not yet satisfy them and they punctured finally Thy side too,
still oh Christii Thao hung there and prayed so earnestly "Father forgive them for they know not what they do".

Thao took every bit of their sins and gave Thy spirit in the hands of Thy father,
Thao knew they will spit on Thee,slap Thee and curse Thee,still Thao drank the cup in Gethsemane saying to the Lord 'not my will but Yours rather.'

Oh! corpus Christii Thao gave Thy blood to cleanse me,
ascending to heaven oh! corpus Christii,Thao sealed in Thy kingdom a perfect place,just for me.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Holy War is on...


The heavenly Armour is on,
Lord's armies gathered up.
The weapons of righteousness in our hands,
We march on,we march on.

Devil's angels tremble fearfully,
our God is on our side.
Look how your master escapes,
We march on,we march on.

This holy war will sweep you off the face of this earth,
you'll burn forever yet death will not save you so soon.
Are you repenting when the time's up?
Oh give up,
We march on,we march on.

Come now out of your invisible hiding oh you Satan,
face the truth which comes true,
the heaven and earth are passing away,
but see our God's word,how furiously it's chasing you.

We march on,we march on
where do you think you'll hide?
The war's on but the battle is already won,
come now Lucifer,weak and lost as you are,
it's time you make the lake of fire your bride.

TIME FOR TESTING


There's a time for testing,
a time to see till when you can cling.
Time to test the measure of your love,
to know,in your worse days,still will you sing?

There comes a time to see how much you trust,
harvesting everyday for the kingdom of heaven,
or keeping your tools carelessly to rust.

Time's escaping too quickly,
the privileges running out of hand.
Stand faithfully in this test of your Lord,
or you'll breathe the unquenchable fire and live on hell's land.

Friday, February 5, 2010

YHWH Passion


There's a fire in my heart,
a flame to worship Him.
A craving for His love;
Oh! you world,why are you so dim?

Rise up in praise and adoration,
let your blood shout to be sanctified.
Let your tongue not cease in exultation;
Have you forgotten how brutally He was crucified?

His beauty shines brighter than the sun.
Oh! His mercies flow ever so humbly for us;
His cozy touch makes rivers flow from my eyes,like a crazy exuberant lover,after Him i run.

He is my Yahweh,my father,my friend,my passion.
He has woven my world around Him;
Picking me up from all those innumerable people,He has created me in a perfect fashion.

Oh! Lord my God this fire will burn in me till eternity,
igniting my very soul that yearns for Your heaven.
My well of earthly words dries out;
Oh! how I write of Your omniscience and when You forgive me seventy times seven.

He dwells in my every cell,
making my deepest cores holy and sacred.
He holds my hand and leads me on His path;
Cleansing away all my impurities,my grievous frailties and all my hatred.

Come now all you nations,
He has manifested Himself as your only way.
He created me in His image,the perfect garment;
Come now oh! you sinful world and see while you can,that this is my father,this is my Yahweh.