At The Cross
Oh Lord You've searched me
You know my way
Even when I fail You
I know You love me
Your holy presence
Surrounding me
In every season
I know You love me
I know You love me
At the cross I bow my knee
Where Your blood was shed for me
There's no greater love than this
You have overcome the grave
Your glory fills the highest place
What can separate me now
You go before me
You shield my way
Your hand upholds me
I know You love me
And when the earth fades
Falls from my eyes
And You stand before me
I know You love me
I know You love me
You tore the veil, You made a way
When You said that it is done
Thursday, January 05, 2006
-10:29 PM
just realised that my posts are unlike some of the others that i have seen....some blogs are very reflective, poignant or induce some soul-searching in u once u read them.....English is a very powerful language don't u think?? it can evoke so many emotions just by changing the phrasing, punctuation and length of a sentence.... i must give credit to yun, for she always does it so well....haha....perhaps my mastery of the language isn't quite there yet.....goes to show that being in uni without having to endure GP lessons has perhaps made me less eloquent, less able to effectively express myself in words....or maybe that eloqence wasn't even there in the first place..... these days, i am sometimes appalled by my inability to construct a proper n full sentence in a short time.....goes to show that one has to always balance the humanities n science in life, never neglecting one for the other for prolonged periods of time......perhaps a semester in britain would do me good.......haha
