Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. -- James 4:14
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapour in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
i want to be the little girl who learnt about tsunamis in school; i want to be the mad man frantically flagging cars down ahead of the collapsed highway in the deep dangerous despairing darkness of the night. *i want to warn the passengers that the train doors will open, the boars will enter, they will rampage; i want to guide them to the safety of the other side, i want to pray my powerful dome of protection over them, i want to shield them, so that none will be devoured, none torn from limb to limb, none hurt, none carried away.
for i am not the only one in transit; we are, all of us, in transit... how apt, this username, out of my ignorance, created -- proof that You have, all this while, been holding me in Your palm, though i did not know, i am Yours, i have always been. build me up, Father, for Your glory, and Yours alone, for i am nothing, without You.