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
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
-11:27 PM
the stomach is an amazing organ....u can stuff so much food into it before u finally realise that you simply cannot accomodate anymore.... so much for receptive relaxation....how many prawns, salmon sashimi, mango puddings and lots of other delicious food can one stomach?? as mich will tell u, A LOT....hahahaha....this coming from someone who had 4 bowls of dessert on top of 4 plates of sashimi(which i shared with her) and loads of other stuff as well...haha...i'd better stop discussing abt how much she ate or abt her weight lest i find myself devoid of a pulse tmr!! haha...i think i have sworn off buffets for a very long time.....
oh yes, here are some quotes from michelle:
"i thought pickles were cucumbers"
"i always thought that the stuff in the crab shell was shit!" (it's egg)
--i'm sure she said other hilarious things too but currently all my blood is shunted to my GIT and as a result my brain is less perfused, attributing to this transient loss of memory...
I NEED EXERCISE!
