profile eugenia is currently studying in nus fass she misses the times spent with her lovely friends in anderson junior college and her days in that blue and grey uniform shouting across that big empty space twelve june is an important date and white is a nice and pretty colour everyone should smile and be happy because smiling is good for health just like brocolli she is a child of God and she trusts because everything is in His hands(: affiliates 2307!(: gpblog ajdance(: arica ashley beishan beverly brenda cedardance(: charissakwok charmainechoy chloe chunmeng cicilaahh clarissa dione ethel evelyn geraldine huiyi jalene jasmin jeremy jiamin joelmo joshuachee joshualoke julian lorraine mabel natalie nigel pastorkenny pastormary rachelchan samanthaleo samgoh serena serene shawnlim shawnng steph syeyuet terry thomas weijie weijun wenyuan youying yuanyin tagboard credits skin by: jane |
Friday, April 10, 2009
why; nicole nordeman we rode into town the other day just me and my daddy He said i'd finally reached that age and i could ride next to him on a horse that of course was not quite as wide we heard a crowd of people shouting and so we stopped to find out why and there was that man that my dad said He loved but today there was fear in His eyes so i said daddy why are they screaming why are the faces of some of them beaming? why is He dressed in that bright purple robe? i'll bet that crown hurts Him more then He shows daddy please can't You do something? He looks as though He's gonna cry You said He was stronger then all of those guys daddy please tell me why? why does everyone want him to die? later that day the sky grew cloudy and daddy said i should go inside somehow He knew things would get stormy boy was He right but i could not keep from wondering if there was something He had to hide so after He left i had to find out i was not afraid of getting lost so i followed the crowds to a hill where i knew men had been killed and i heard a voice come from the cross and it said Father why are they screaming? why are the faces of some of them beaming? why are they casting their lots for my clothes? this crown of thorns hurts me more then it shows Father please can't You do something? I know that you must hear my cry I thought I could handle a cross of this size Father remind me why? why does everyone want me to die? when will I understand why? My precious son I hear them screaming I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming but soon I will clothe you in robes of My own Jesus this hurts me much more then you know but this dark hour I must do nothing though I've heard your unbearable cries the power in your blood destroys all of the lies soon you'll see past their unmerciful lies look there below see the child trembling by her father's side now I can tell you why she is why you must die i am why He must die, thankyou my dear Jesus. |