Another Day

Yesterday was tough. Tried to guard my emotions and set up my defenses, but at the end of the day, I was just too tired. I felt weak and alone. I always prayed, “God, even if you think I can carry this cross. Must I really carry it.” So grabbing my stuff, I fled to ado. I sat there and I cried… I’m not that strong Jesus. I’m not… 40mins, til tmr… Jesus can you get me through this day. So I sat there and wept as time went by. I survived, even made a friend. And you know Lord. Thank you. For this friend I’ve made and also, for getting me through one more day. Wrote this song during my sorrow, finished it today.

http://yourlisten.com/timothy.swee.3/another-day

 

Another Day

Cant fight this feeling any longer

With all this darkness closing in

Cant help but feel that I am tired and alone

Someone save me from this place

 

You know my resting and my rising

You count each tear that I cry

This day I pray that I can get up on my feet

And maybe give you one more chance

 

So I look to you

As I put on my shoes

And go, another day

 

So shine down on me

With your strength from Calvary

As I go, another day

 

Three times the world tried to conscript me

Three times I had renounced your name

But each time that the world had caved in

Jesus you saved me from this place

 

So I look to you

As I put on my shoes

And go, another day

 

So shine down on me

With your strength from Calvary

As I go, another day

 

So I look to you

Knowing you’ll see me through

As I go, another day

 

Love,

Swee

Straw, Sticks and Bricks

The one saving grace… is that I am somehow praying.

This is what I tell people, even though I feel like my whole world came crumbling down. I somehow am praying. I am praying even though I feel that I cannot see how there is any goodness in this path which I have ended up walking on. I am praying even though I lost so many things… and even in my tears, even when I feel totally worthless and unlovable, even though the being in church breaks me down, even when I feel as though God doesn’t love me – I still come before him and pray.

Few days ago, we (log guys, I think) were talking about gwen’s song, and someone jokingly asked me to go write a song. A taylor swift comparison was made, said musicians get their inspiration during moments like these. So after trying to help sabby search for a praise song to use and coming up short endlessly, I picked up my guitar after walking home from Soo’s today.

http://yourlisten.com/timothy.swee.3/straw-sticks-and-bricks

I guess I tried to live my life right, but no matter what I used or did, the storm that came washed everything away. But what stood was me. Me standing upon this rock. And for that I praise God. I praise God for walking with me through this, though I might not believe it. I thank him for giving me the strength to cling on. I thank him for letting me build my house on the rock.

Lyrics: Straw, Sticks and Bricks

Some tried to build it with straw

Some tried to build it with trees

But I looked at all I had

God this is part of your plan

 

So I build my house upon the rocks

Though the world would try to tear it down

I will not crumble

Build my faith upon your love

Since that day that you had died for me

And set me free

 

Some thought that brick was enough

To face the storm and the seas

But the sand beneath their feet

Brought them all to their knees

 

But I built my house upon the rocks

Though the world had tired to tear it down

I did not crumble

Built my faith upon your love

Since that day that you had died for me

And set me free

 

Will you build your house upon the rocks

Though the world would try to tear it down

Would you build your faith upon his love

You know he wants to set you free

Come and sing with me

 

So we build our house upon the rocks

Though the world would try to tear us down

we will not crumble

Build our faith upon your love

Since that day that you had died for me

And set me free

 

Thanks for praying for me.

Love, Swee

 

I’ve always wondered what if i could hear god & receive visions

would like listen as would as any reasonably good child would?

would he tell me secrets that i’m suppose to keep?

would i become fearful after listening to stuff?

Would i ask sensible questions?

would i ask about the future?

would i want to clarify on the past?

would the visions be complete?

would visions be like that of castles in the air or something gruesome?

would i hear words of healing?

what would be revealed to me?

must i spend my whole life receiving visions and struggling to hear from god?

would i become unwilling to believe in a god?

would i feel love despite the harshness?

would i continue to want to listen?

maybe it’s just the call to god’s will, and prayer