let it be me..
let it let it..
let it be me..
its the new year.
i still feel the same.
i feel sad for those who have nothing to do now.
are they contented just attending mass?
why wont eugene be engrossed in church.
perhaps now i see why.
it's always happening.
no matter where.
with me,
anyone.
words are sometimes poison i guess.
people will talk.
when they talk, people talk.
and so it goes.
been going on.
this years the same.
i wanna be MAD.
i wanna SCOLD.
i wanna go up to this person and say,
' make me like you please. '
then there is always this thinking.
if you dun like me, i dun care too.
why are people going to other groups?
then at this time, why are they judged with having no commitment?
they have gave some part of their lives to a cause that was doomed to fail.
if i'm like that how?
i wont say i'm that good.
but i'm pretty sure i did something.
i hope.
which GOD am i serving?
GOD of human emotions, or GOD of divine power.
why are we being subjected to mere commitment for the work of GOD?
i now wonder whether i'll get a pass if i ever get judged by him.
i wanna ask.
why a standard in doing god's work?
why do some people seem to be god themselves?
how will people listen? how will i listen?
how will i put myself down and listen?
when everything else i stood up for is now being risked.
this call.
i ask myself.
is it a call?
is this a test?
here i am lord,
is it me lord?
the call.
to what?
i must learn to work with these people.
i must.
i still wanna serve.
to do so i'll try.
' i have never said it'll be easy. but i assure you, it'll be worth it. '
i really hope so.
this thing inside me is crying to come out.
this demon.
everyone has one.
some have made it part of their lives.
this thing cant come out now.
no!
ok ok ok ok...
yes!
that was a small part of how i feel about church.
nothing much.
definately more than any church.
and ya. why is a church like that?
how i know?
dun ask me.
yes, it's my church.
but i'm no reporter.
i do listen yes.
i have a gift for knowing things yes.
but no.
i say things only when needed.
haiz.
which i really hope so..
So, it's like finally i can get it off my chest.
i wish i could keep everyone and do something more.
they're not taking this as a church anymore.
and i feel like slapping them.
then i realised, they're not there already.
please be better.
please be lenient.
we're still here.
do not bring us to the test.
please.
SHOUTOUT!
I"M STILL HERE!