If my heart has grown cold There Your love will unfold As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand When I’m blind to my way There Your Spirit will pray As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
Oceans will part nations come At the whisper of Your call Hope will rise glory shine In my life Your will be done
Present suffering may pass Lord Your mercy will last As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand And my heart will find praise I’ll delight in Your way As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
i'm emo-ing. like seriously. I should probably stop listening to Oceans will part. i wonder if my heart has grown cold.
i'm trying to be diplomatic as i tackle the issue of the card. "people tell me to do, i do." Uncle L said one day as me and Lee Mei tried to get him to do as assessment. He seemed visibly agitated- one of his lucid moments i guess. Whether the matter was true or not didn't really matter. They say that persons with dementia might not remember details, they might not remember your name, but they remember the feeling.. the feeling of whether you treated them with care and respect or the lack of it. Maybe one day if i get dementia i might remember drawing. I hope it comes with happy feelings. i can't draw. i really can't. my work comes from all over the place. the things i see, the feelings i get. but nothing original i suppose. the nicest drawings are those that aren't forced, those that i draw because well, i think i want to draw for her/him. And this time i feel horrid cause no one will appreciate the late night effort, they might even be complaining why i'm so last minute at getting them to meet earlier. lols. it is funny i guess.
time for bed finally. i'm done with it. two pieces. plus a couple of letters. that took an hour. hurray!
If my heart has grown cold There Your love will unfold As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand When I’m blind to my way There Your Spirit will pray As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
Oceans will part nations come At the whisper of Your call Hope will rise glory shine In my life Your will be done
Present suffering may pass Lord Your mercy will last As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand And my heart will find praise I’ll delight in Your way As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand
i'm emo-ing. like seriously. I should probably stop listening to Oceans will part. i wonder if my heart has grown cold.
i'm trying to be diplomatic as i tackle the issue of the card. "people tell me to do, i do." Uncle L said one day as me and Lee Mei tried to get him to do as assessment. He seemed visibly agitated- one of his lucid moments i guess. Whether the matter was true or not didn't really matter. They say that persons with dementia might not remember details, they might not remember your name, but they remember the feeling.. the feeling of whether you treated them with care and respect or the lack of it. Maybe one day if i get dementia i might remember drawing. I hope it comes with happy feelings. i can't draw. i really can't. my work comes from all over the place. the things i see, the feelings i get. but nothing original i suppose. the nicest drawings are those that aren't forced, those that i draw because well, i think i want to draw for her/him. And this time i feel horrid cause no one will appreciate the late night effort, they might even be complaining why i'm so last minute at getting them to meet earlier. lols. it is funny i guess.
time for bed finally. i'm done with it. two pieces. plus a couple of letters. that took an hour. hurray!
Although the fig tree shall not blossom
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls:
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
Habakkuk 3:17-18
This lullaby is only a few words
A simple run of chords
Quiet here in this spare room
But you can hear it, hear it
Wherever you may go
I will let you down
But this lullaby plays on
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