In His Time

In His Time In His Time
He makes all things beautiful in His Time
Lord, please show me everyday
As you're teaching me Your way
That you do just what you say
In Your Time

In Your Time In Your Time
You make all things beautiful in Your Time
Lord, my life to you i brng
Make each song i have to sing
be to you a lovely thing
In Your Time

19th October 2007

After i updated the previous post, this song came to me. It was a song which i learnt since Primary school. When this song replayed once again in my mind, tears starting streaming down. It was a song that i kept in Cambodia, believing that the Lord will indeed make ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL IN HIS TIME. As the tears flow, images of the villages in Camodia came flooding back. The women in their kramas, the naked children with their dirty faces, legs and hands, the wrinkled and bended grandmothers, the rubbish dumps outside their houses....they just all came back.

Father, is this You crying for your lost children out there?

My heart aches for them once again. I realized too that i had gradually been drawn into the various mind and time captivating activites in this cosmopolitan city. I realized how i had been so self centered and immersed in my own affairs since i return, that i had even gradually forgotten them in my prayers. I had forgotten to pray for them.

Father, i thank You for beckoning me back to your heart.