August 2009


Actually, this is another hymn I learnt in during the Theological course…

Alot of times, when I feel God is silent to me, or at the stillness of the night, I tend
to feel like singing this… I think it is very reflective, and I just wish like sharing this

Open Our Eyes

Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus,
To reach out and touch Him,
And say that we love Him.

Open our ears, Lord,
And help us to listen,
Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus.

Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus,
To reach out and touch Him,
And say that we love Him.

Open our ears, Lord,
And help us to listen,
Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus.

Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus,
To reach out and touch Him,
And say that we love Him.

Open our ears, Lord,
And help us to listen,
Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus.

Open our eyes, Lord,
We want to see Jesus.

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Was listerning to a old sermon spoken somewhere during the new year. The preacher was quoting this song…

Somehow i was wondering, as I am desparately chasing after the prize. We plan alot, and sometimes too much…. and i suddenly feel like a “Nowhere man”. Some times, I feel we should all stop and ask the following question , “Why are we busy?”, “Is there a purpose behind all the things we are planning and working for?, “For whom are we busy for?

This reminded me of what Moses prayed in Psalm 90
The days of our lives are seventy years;
And if by reason of strength they are eighty years,
Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow;
For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Who knows the power of Your anger?
For as the fear of You, so is Your wrath.
So teach us to number our days,
That we may gain a heart of wisdom. (Ps 90: 10-12)

Let us not be a “nowhere man” and think about the purpose of our lives once again.

Nonetheless, let us enjoy this song
Title: Nowhere Man
Artist: Beatles

He’s a real nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen,
You don’t know what you’re missin’,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.

(lead guitar)

He’s as blind as he can be,
Just sees what he wants to see,
Nowhere Man can you see me at all?

Nowhere Man, don’t worry,
Take your time, don’t hurry,
Leave it all ’till somebody else
lends you a hand.

Doesn’t have a point of view,
Knows not where he’s going to,
Isn’t he a bit like you and me?

Nowhere man please listen,
you don’t know what your missin’
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command

He’s a real Nowhere Man,
Sitting in his Nowhere Land,
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.
Making all his nowhere plans
for nobody.

Just a song that suddenly comes to my mind. Its a very different protrayal of the Phantom in the Musical “The Phantom Of The Opera”

The Music Of The Night
Song Version By: Michael Crawford

Night time, Sharpens, Heightens each sensation,
Darkness, wakes and stirs imagination,
Silently the senses, abandon their defenses,
Helpless to resist, the notes I write,
For I compose the music of the night

Slowly, Gentley, Night unferrs it’s splendor,
Grasp it, Sense it, Tremulous and tender,

Hearing is believing,
Music is deceiving,
Hard as lightening, soft, as candle light,
Dare you trust the music of the night

Close your eyes,
For your eyes will only tell the truth,
And the truth isn’t what you want to see,
In the dark it is easy to pretend,
But the truth is what it ought to be

Softly, Deftly,
Music shall caress you,
Hear it, feel it,
Secretly posess you

Open up your mind,
Let your fantacies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you can not fight,
The darkness of the music of the night

Close your eyes start a journey through a strange new world,
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before,
Close your eyes and let music set you free,
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication,
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation,
Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in,
To the power of the music that I write,
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night

Hmm lately i am just thinking about my relationship with God, and I remember the preacher talking of a Ice Cream faith.

The ice cream is extremely hard when you first take them out from the fridge. But then, over time, after exposing the ice-cream to heat in room, this ice cream turn soft, and became liquid in a matter of minutes.

I used to think that we all could withstand many trials and many hardship in our christian walk, and then suddenly, i feel that our faith is really not as strong as what we think, especially when trials come our way.

So, at the same time, I feel that we should not just love God with our lips, and with many words… and this idea kinda reminded me of this hymn that i have sung during the theological course this year

Title: Let my words be few
By Phillips, Craig & Dean

You are God in heaven
And here am I on earth
So I’ll let my words be few
Jesus, I am so in love with You

And I’ll stand in awe of You, Jesus
Yes, I’ll stand in awe of You
And I’ll let my words be few
Jesus, I am so in love with You

The simplest of all love songs
I want to bring to You
So I’ll let my words be few
Jesus, I am so in love with You