what makes me sing?

in the silence of the night
i sleep and dream
of things so far from home
so far from my heart
yet i long to linger in dreams
for inside them
i know is a distance i need to cover
and so upon waking i write
a song that might be about
what i dreamed the night before
and then try to sing it
before even really making it
what makes one sing?
even when there is no reason to sing about
or maybe no reason to write about
is it because there is no other way to express
one's thoughts and longings?
is it because of the truthfulness that a person
can take when writing?
is it because there is great fear in speaking?
is it because you an always erase what you wrote and you can't do that when you speak?
which is better?
to write or to speak?
to lead or to follow?
to sing or to dance?
to remain in silence or create noise?
to sit still or to stand and deliver?
is it not that there is a perfect time for things to be done?
will it make a difference if i was not a writer and i wrote?
or if i am not a singer and i sing?
or if i am not a dancer yet i dance?
why did i write this?

a new favorite

I Never Knew Love - Lovi Poe

I open my eyes, only to see
Just how sad this world could be
That i often cry alone...oohhh

I look at the sky, longing to see
There's a chance out there for me
For my heart to be set free...

Refrain:
My friends had say that it's ok
When rainbow's fade in clouds of gray
But in my heart i know someday
True happiness will come my way...

Chorus:
I never knew love till i found you
It's magic in your smile
Never knew love till i saw you lookin' in my eyes
And suddenly our sadness disappears
True love has fin'lly shown its smilin' eyes on me...

I'm searching the skies hopin' to see
If there's someone out there for me
Who will set my poor heart free...
(repeat refrain then chorus)

No ones believe that love was just a fairytale
But each time you hold me
Those fairytales come true...on you
(repeat chorus)

a song of my heart...

knowing you...

Knowing You Jesus
Graham Kendrick

All I once held dear, built my life upon,
All this world reveres and wars to own;
All I once thought gain I have counted loss,
Spent and worthless now compared to this.

Knowing You, Jesus, knowing You
There is no greater thing.
You're my all, You're the best,
You're my joy, my righteousness,
And I love You Lord.

Now my heart's desire is to know You more,
To be found in You and know as Yours,
To possess by faith what I could not earn
All surpassing gift of righteousness

Oh to know the power of Your risen life,
And to know You in Your sufferings;
To become like You in Your death, my Lord,
So with You to live and never die.

Philippians 3: 7-10
7But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. 8What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. 10I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.

You are my all in all...how could i ever exchange you with what i think is best for me?

have you ever?

a call to surrender

wouldn't it be great if i had everything i need?
wouldn't it be grand if my wishes were granted?
wouldn't it be nice if things always worked out
just the way i would have wanted them to be?

wouldn't it be good if everyone was a friend?
wouldn't it be better if people just care?
wouldn't it be cool if friends are always there?
wouldn't it be? wouldn't it be?

i guess, there are things in life i never will understand
yet i seek to know, to grasp, to comprehend
i know deep inside life isn't easy, nor isn't it fair
but why do i still hope that things will get better?

today, the work just seem so easy,
i even think this too shall pass away
a longing, a feeling, a hungering of spirit
a never ending search for meaning
the end of the beginning

if this is all there is to life
i guess it has never been worth it
if this is all there is to hope
i guess everything has been in vain

i could say with a deep anger & sorrow
that it would just have been good
if there was no tomorrow
but could i really deny it?

so what do i do?
do i just sit and wait for eternity
or do i seek opportunities work
to serve, to love, to sacrifice...

the call is not easy...
the call is to die...
the call is not for one's self
the call is for others to be helped
the call requires life
it also requires death
it requires suffering
it requires everything...

how much have i surrendered?
how much have i offered?
how much am i willing to give?
how much i am willing to receive?

can i take it?
can i drink the cup?
can i carry the cross?
can i deny myself?
CAN I?

favorites...

these songs have been sung with more conviction...with a whole new meaning...

Be Thou my Vision

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me save that thou art
Thou my best thought by day or by night
Waking or sleeping thy presence my light.

Be thou my wisdom, thou my true word
I ever with thee, thou with me, Lord
Thou my great Father, I thy true Son
Thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Be thou my battle shield, sword for the fight
Be thou my dignity, thou my delight
Thou my soul's shelter, thou my high tower
Raise thou me heavenward, O power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise
Thou mine inheritance, now and always
Thou and thou only, first in my heart
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.

High King of heaven, after victory won
May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

I Cannot Tell - W Y Fullerton

I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship
Should set His love upon the sons of men
Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers
To bring them back, they know not how or when.
But this I know, that He was born of Mary
When Bethlehem's manger was His only home,
And that He lived at Nazareth and labored,
And so the Savior, Savior of the world is come.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,
The crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted,
And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For yet the Savior, Savior of the world, is here

I cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How He will claim His earthly heritage,
How satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,
And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,
And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendor
When He the Savior, Savior of the world, is known

I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship
When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When all the hearts of men with love are filled.
But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
At last the Savior, Savior of the world, is King