Friday, February 12, 2010

 

Poem by night

Grant me a helper O Lord
Grant me a beauty in Your eyes
That I may serve You
To always walk in Your ways

Mould and make me Lord
A man filled with Your grace
That I may love her with Christlikeliness
A love that transcends all love

I never asked for the right one
But that You mould me to be the right one
The right time and place will come forth
But mould me O God to be worthy

O Lord keep me pure
That I will not go wayward
And not to waver
But to keep Your statutes
And to be deserving O God


I love You O Lord
There is nothing sweeter than Your love
Nothing can compare to Your goodness
Jesus there is nothing that compares to You.

Victor Chen
February 12, 2010.

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