i truly wonder

there are days when i wonder,
if i were any different,
from those who turn a cold shoulder,
would i be patient and listen?
in this world where sin is an excuse,
it's more than difficult to choose,
and be the minority,
that believes in purity,
so easy to fall prey,
to the distractions that lay,
waiting to ensnare me,
no matter where i may flee

would i have gone the right way,
because i wanted to say,
"here i am to make a difference,
i want to care for my generation,
no more selfish reasons,
let my heart be full of compassion,
use me to lead the lost,
back into the warmth of Your embrace,
i give my life to this cause,
from right now, i'm gonna seek Your face.
may my life be a testimony,
of Your unfailing love,
your plans above my desires
i know it's gonna be tough,
but who says its impossible,
with You as my guiding star,
i know that when i stumble,
You'll lift me up to where you are."

my life isnt perfect,
my heart has been broken,
many times i forget,
that i'm never forsaken,
my tears have been bitter,
my feet have strayed,
far from the arms of my Maker,
though my debts, He had paid.
i wish i could comprehend,
the measure of Your mercy,
then maybe i'll understand,
how to love unconditionally.

once upon a starry starry night....

i just found out today that someone i knew died last night due to cancer.. i really dont know how to handle it.. on one hand i didnt know him very well (he was a friend of my parents, same hf) but we had our moments of fun and laughter.. i never knew someone who died before.. and now i wanna cry but there's this big thing i cant get off my chest.. sigh i've never felt so emotionless before.. makes me feel as if i haven't got a heart..

anyways as promised, a poem:

Once upon a starry starry night,
though not a shooting star took flight,
three children sat up wide-eyed,
praying and wishing with all their might,
that all wrong in the world be made right,
together they held hands, tight.

Twinkle twinkle lil star,
how high up you are,
wont you hear us from afar.

Every evening, mummy and daddy,
listen to the man in the telly,
he tells of stories sad and scary,
once in a blue moon, maybe,
his stories turn out happy.

But most of the time we see people dying,
trees are burnt and icebergs melting,
deadly diseases rampaging,
women and children cant stop crying,
knowing their husbands and fathers aint returning,
from the dangers of hideous bombings.

We wish everyone would appreciate,
the wonderful creations God has made,
and stop letting hate,
consume their soul and head.

We wish for comfort and care,
to shower on the despair,
that others too might share,
the same rejoicing air.

Dark clouds covered the sky,
and the children leaned back, their heads to lie,
on fluffy pillows, their minds to fly,
shutting their eyes, they waved goodbye,
to the stars, they knew, were far and high.

-THE END-

so there you have it... though i always thought the poems i write are so cheesy.. anyways you be the judge =D