Saturday, April 4, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
In the way..............Streams in the Desert
In the time of deepest sorrow,
When Life seems without a ray,
And the wound is fresh and open,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
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When your plans and deepest projects
Shattered fell and broken lay,
And you vainly try to mend them,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
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When your prayers remain unanswered,
And you almost cease to pray,
Feeling that the heavens are brazen,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
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When your dearest hope has vanished,
When your friends forsake, betray,
And all earthly props are broken,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
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Broken rays becomes a rainbow,
Broken clods, a fruitful meadow,
Pruned vines bear richest clusters,
Cut and polished gems, rare lustres,
Harvests rise from buried grain,
Lives are born through grief and pain,
God dwells in the broken clay,
He alone leads "in the way"
When Life seems without a ray,
And the wound is fresh and open,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When your plans and deepest projects
Shattered fell and broken lay,
And you vainly try to mend them,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When your prayers remain unanswered,
And you almost cease to pray,
Feeling that the heavens are brazen,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When your dearest hope has vanished,
When your friends forsake, betray,
And all earthly props are broken,
Can you see Him "in the way?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Broken rays becomes a rainbow,
Broken clods, a fruitful meadow,
Pruned vines bear richest clusters,
Cut and polished gems, rare lustres,
Harvests rise from buried grain,
Lives are born through grief and pain,
God dwells in the broken clay,
He alone leads "in the way"
Ambition.........Streams in the Desert
Make me Thy labourer,
Let me not dream of ever looking back,
Let not my knees be feeble, hands be slack,
O make me strong to labour, strong to bear,
From the rising of the morning till stars appear.
Let me not dream of ever looking back,
Let not my knees be feeble, hands be slack,
O make me strong to labour, strong to bear,
From the rising of the morning till stars appear.
My Favourite one.........................
For every hill I've had to climb,
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song,
These were the things that made me strong.
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For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the fears,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks for now I know,
These were the things that helped me grow----Unkown (Streams in the Desert)
For every stone that bruised my feet,
For all the blood and sweat and grime,
For blinding storms and burning heat,
My heart sings but a grateful song,
These were the things that made me strong.
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For all the heartaches and the tears,
For all the anguish and the fears,
For gloomy days and fruitless years,
And for the hopes that lived in vain,
I do give thanks for now I know,
These were the things that helped me grow----Unkown (Streams in the Desert)
Hope---------------Streams in the Desert
HOPE sings to me a cheerful song,
The way may seem both dark and long,
But days are passing one by one,
And all is glory farther on.
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And HOPE has wings as well as song,
And when she spreads her pinions strong,
My thoughts soar up and dwell upon
The heavenly glory farther on.
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And HOPE has eyes that pierce the gloom,
She looks beyond death and the tomb,
And thrills as though already shone,
The deathless glory farther on.
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Hope, blessed hope, abide with me,
Still sing thy cheerful melody,
Till, clouds and tears for ever gone,
I reach the glory farther on.-----------J.T.Mawson
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The way may seem both dark and long,
But days are passing one by one,
And all is glory farther on.
*************************************
And HOPE has wings as well as song,
And when she spreads her pinions strong,
My thoughts soar up and dwell upon
The heavenly glory farther on.
**************************************
And HOPE has eyes that pierce the gloom,
She looks beyond death and the tomb,
And thrills as though already shone,
The deathless glory farther on.
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Hope, blessed hope, abide with me,
Still sing thy cheerful melody,
Till, clouds and tears for ever gone,
I reach the glory farther on.-----------J.T.Mawson
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Best Friend..........................................
I'm the best friend to myself. I take me out whenever I feel low. I alone am responsible for my feelings and I choose to feel beautiful.------?????(from my old diary)
Self Discovery...........................................
I got these passages from my old diary which I was trying to tear down. It seems these are from Hindu Newspaper: 28-04-06
1.) One of the most difficult challenge is to be able to live life on your own terms. It involves not only a willingness to meet the inner and outer challenges that test our strength, but also a capacity to stand alone and endure the envy and hostility of all those too frightened to even consider being themselves. Human history is full of stories about how hard it is to battle the monsters we have to encounter in our struggle towards autonomy.
2.) They say to become ourselves we must separate psychologically from the matrix from which we have emerged. To achieve this we have to separate ourselves physically from our parents and home so that we can discover our own thoughts, feelings, beliefs, values, talents and needs.
1.) One of the most difficult challenge is to be able to live life on your own terms. It involves not only a willingness to meet the inner and outer challenges that test our strength, but also a capacity to stand alone and endure the envy and hostility of all those too frightened to even consider being themselves. Human history is full of stories about how hard it is to battle the monsters we have to encounter in our struggle towards autonomy.
2.) They say to become ourselves we must separate psychologically from the matrix from which we have emerged. To achieve this we have to separate ourselves physically from our parents and home so that we can discover our own thoughts, feelings, beliefs, values, talents and needs.
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