Who am I?
I am heartless, uncompassionate, arrogant, demanding, cold and the list goes on.
Am I expecting too much from people? Yes.
To all who feels that I have been demanding, a zillion apologies.
I am unworthy, yet I am called into light. Called to bear His name. He knows I will fail; yet He still calls. Moulding me, slowly into a masterpiece, a masterpiece pleasing to His sight. But I rebel, deliberately, going against His will. Yet He still gives me time. I am waste, but He chose to use this junk for His work. It’s heavy to carry. Yet He says He will carry it with me. But somehow I can’t seem to trust Him enough, thus I am always crushed under the weight of it. I’m a fool. How can I ever carry it with my own strength, fool. During pastorial pray yesterday, only was I reminded that 'His yolk is easy and His burden is light'. I wept. When I am good, He blesses me. But I end up loving the blessing more than the blesser. Thus He is taking back His blessing. Fair enough.
The road seems so long, so much more to walk. I have stumbled, tripped and fell. Many times I find myself sitting down refusing to continue. But somehow I will find myself walking again. As I walk, there are always jeers, temptations to lure me away from the road. Walk, walk, and walk. That’s all I can do. How I wish I can run or even fly to the end. Haiz. But at the end of the road, all I want is to hear ‘well done, my good and faithful servant.’ Will I?
Am I expecting too much from people? Yes.
To all who feels that I have been demanding, a zillion apologies.
I am unworthy, yet I am called into light. Called to bear His name. He knows I will fail; yet He still calls. Moulding me, slowly into a masterpiece, a masterpiece pleasing to His sight. But I rebel, deliberately, going against His will. Yet He still gives me time. I am waste, but He chose to use this junk for His work. It’s heavy to carry. Yet He says He will carry it with me. But somehow I can’t seem to trust Him enough, thus I am always crushed under the weight of it. I’m a fool. How can I ever carry it with my own strength, fool. During pastorial pray yesterday, only was I reminded that 'His yolk is easy and His burden is light'. I wept. When I am good, He blesses me. But I end up loving the blessing more than the blesser. Thus He is taking back His blessing. Fair enough.
The road seems so long, so much more to walk. I have stumbled, tripped and fell. Many times I find myself sitting down refusing to continue. But somehow I will find myself walking again. As I walk, there are always jeers, temptations to lure me away from the road. Walk, walk, and walk. That’s all I can do. How I wish I can run or even fly to the end. Haiz. But at the end of the road, all I want is to hear ‘well done, my good and faithful servant.’ Will I?
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