Monday, May 26, 2008
I was on the train back home from NYP today. I had this wierd feeling when I boarded the train. It seemed as though there was an uplifting from my heart. But I thought nothing of it. It almost seemed like a chill.
I was listening to some old songs on my MP3 when suddenly... I noticed that most of the passengers on the train were staring in one direction. There was a sound of agony. It was from one of the passengers, he had passed out.
I felt this searing feeling in my chest. Ouh. Is that person going to die? After people were rushing from one end to the other trying to get help. Then two officers came and pulled the man away from a group of other passengers trying to revive the comatose man.
What an exciting day it may seem. But today spoke deadly whispers of fear and anguish. Hopefully the man is safely revived and taken to the hospital on time. I pray to God he recovers and is healed of his condition.
Sometimes praying is not everything. We should have faith. I saw this from a CABAL forum. How unexpected events twist the way we move around in life. Sometimes we just don't know when we are going to meet God in heaven. Maybe tomorrow? I used to think I was someone special, but indeed; everyone is unique.
As God is one and only, he built Man in his image. So all men are unique like Him. I always thought Christians were hypocritical. But then again, man is hypocritical. Man has started to degenerate. Their Christ-like form influenced.
Thus the term "death" becomes evident. We however should not take death into consideration. For death, is just the beginning of a new chapter in life.
Here is a poem for the weary and the dying. It expresses what I feel about revival and fear. But who am I to be judgmental? You judge what it means then.
Weak and stumbling we falter,
Distinguished as the broken altar.
Fired in enthusiasm limited to pain,
Seeking only what we can gain.
Crumbling at the thought of terror,
Fearful of being a cause for error.
Judging others crudely and mindlessly,
Incessant mind raids endlessly.
Seeking what is real and what is right,
Is like losing a desperate fight.
Dreaming of victory and honour,
Like the wind in the rushing hour.
Which is, but a doubtful precision,
Forever constructing the wrong decision.
You may think what speaks is blabber,
See the dark label of a death adder.
Only being drowned in sin and sorrow,
Drunken by choices so narrow.
When He is to forgive those who fail,
Gone are they like the north gale.
In light those who know are saved,
The path to glory will be paved.
~SERAPHIC~
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