There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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Vanessa Miriam Chong
I love God.
I want to love His people,
His wonderful creation.
I live a victorious life everyday,
because my saviour has triumphed.
I want to tell the world of my story.
The story of how Jesus and His love has filled me
I will follow Him the rest of my life
And i will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
omg as i browsed, i came across another awesome oneeeee!
midnight angel, sent from up above near invisible, to everyone you see they dont know, they dont know, they dont know your name was able, to stir your mothers pride but she dont know, she dont know, she wont find you
hungry nights and the sleepless days got nothing on the silent gazes, foreign faces no in the howling wind, in the pouring rain midnight angel, midnight angel
all the people, holding what they know of love but what is visible, is hardly what we need dont you know, dont you know, dont you know that cain and abel, sought the fathers eyes but we dont know, we dont know, we dont know why
hungry nights and the sleepless days they got nothing on the silent gazes, foreign faces no in the howling wind, in the pourin rain midnight angel, midnight angel
from the cradle, to the waiting grave so incapable, of stepping through those doors we dont know, we dont know, we dont know youre at the table, dining with the king but we dont care, we dont care, we dont care youre holding, the things, that we never wanna talk about no saving, these things that we wanna throw away guarding what remains, of all these beautiful souls