Dear You

you can always tell when something's on my mind. or if i'm deep in thought. of if i'm not feeling too good, or feeling very good. my face and my eyes say it all. i can't help it. but most times i'm as easy to read as the goodold Peter and Jane storybooks.

but not many can tell what exactly i'm thinking. or guess the trouble/fireworks brewing beneath the surface. hahaha. i think i'm like some kinda bak kut teh. can look savoury or terrible. can look different with all sorts of styles. (singpore whitepeppery or msia black and herbal) but you never know until you taste. (also, because its boiling, usually peppery, and got lotsa porkfats) hey that sounds like me.

ok bkt is a bad analogy. oh, btw, i like how John Bevere teaches in 'parables' too. ok that was so random.

but still.



i long for no one but You.
indeed one day in your courts is better

than a thousand elsewhere.


who can compare?
You are my all.
my one desire.
The One who saves
and does a good work in me.

let me search
and find that there is only You.

In You I place my trust. my hope.
my love.

Hosannah