wakemeupgrace: September 2008

a symphony to melodious reawakenings.

amazing grace

| Published Wednesday, September 17, 2008 by p-h-i-l.

"Amazing Grace"

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promis’d good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease;
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, who call’d me here below,
Will be forever mine.

John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779)

My chains are gone
I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy rains
Unending love, Amazing grace

Chris Tomlin

Guess the words to the hymn says it all.

’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

give me more colours

| Published Tuesday, September 09, 2008 by p-h-i-l.

I have been sleeping on the 'right' position of the top bunk of my double deck bed. My head resting comfortably on the headboard and my feet likewise at the other end. But not until 9 months back when I pulled a topsy turvy and rested my head on the opposite side instead. I just needed to break the monotony. Break the usual.

We're habitual creatures, don't you think? We get too good in repeating the same things in life over and over again, and for the rest of our lives. We have done that so well that we deliberately abandone our brains and take likeness to a robot.

The irony about man is then when 'change' becomes the ultimatum, our instant response kicks in- the ability to dupe ourselves to think that we're making changes, when in actual fact we're back to repetitions. We are caught in this vacuum that sucks the courage to change or at least the attempts to be, leaving us in this drought of monotony.

The better part of us all longs for these change. The ones that at least bring back excitement in living. But the shift of burden to that very decision is astronomical. And so we go back to what we do best, the usual.

Our wisest friend Einstein once said; Insanity, is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different result.

Guess the most of us are insane. I hence start my journey to recovery, by abandoning life in technicolour and opting for multicolour instead. Let's begin with the littlest things like sleeping at the other opposite end, and maybe taking ice-cold showers. That sounds exciting already.

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