Sunday, March 21, 2004

Last night at SNA was great. Playing electric guitar for worship and giving my testimony to SNA for the first time. Speaking in front of SNA was the scariest thing I had to do... At first I was like "hey" then everyone says hey, then I said "wassup" and everyone was kind of laughing. I didn't know how to start of my testimony, so I just went for it. While I was speaking I felt God's presence, and felt like he was really close. Also felt like he was doing most of the talking through me. I guess it might sound silly but it's not. I was really glad that I said my testimony... If I didn't then what's the point? It will feel like keeping it away from the people you know and they have to know your testimony someday... right? - 'Testimony's are suppose to be told, not to be kept.' - That's what I learnt.

Today I was able to get up in the morning to go to church by getting a big headache and an aching back. So yeah... I decided to go to church. As soon as I got to church, I realised that I was 30 minutes early before church time. Oh well... at least this time I wasn't late. The talk was really interesting... I think the talk was about fellowship... I think. Wasn't quite clear with all these funny random acts but at least I got some points from the talk. At the end, during acoustic worship I prayed deeply, I felt like I was even closer to God. After acoustic worship, I opened my eyes and tears were about to form, but I was able to dry my tears away. Well... I have nothing else to say. But if anyone who missed and really wants to know my testimony, maybe next time.

These are songs that I like;

Art In Me - Jars of Clay
Images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
Dirty canvases to call my own
Protest lyrics carved by the old pay phone

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"

Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
As critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again

In your picture book I'm trying hard to see
Turning endless pages of this tragedy
Sculpting every move you compose a symphony
You plead to everyone, "see the art in me"


Long Song for a Saviour - Jars of Clay
In open fields of wild flowers,
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses,
in no simple language.
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips.
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him.
Someday He'll call her and she will come running,
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,

"I want to fall in love with You." x4

She wants to say...

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best.
The sermon echoes through the walls.
A great salvation through it calls to the people,
who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls.

He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens.
As close as a heartbeat or a song on our lips.
Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him.
Someday He'll call us and we will come running,
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,

"I want to fall in love with you" 4x

"la la la" 7x

It seems too easy to call you Savior,
Not close enough to call you God.
So as I sit and think of words I can mention
to show my devotion...

"I want to fall in love with You."
(slowly fade out)


I hope this entry makes sense... cos right now i'm tired from getting up early in the morning to make a big effort to get to The Vine church. So... yeah...

posted by Kath @ Sunday, March 21, 2004

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