Wednesday, May 17, 2006
There are times where food matters the most
There are times where food is given to the lost
And there are times where food is just 'makan'-ed by the ghosts
The chef cuts the hen's neck
boils and fries till check
He lays it all out on an Aluminium tray
For ghosts to eat till fray
The ghosts just grab and chew
making odd noises like, "Yum!" and "Crunch!"
For the food was just chill
Then came the fellowship
laughter strewn all around
People making faces chip,
"I look so round!"
How wonderful the buffet was
When everyone was fed
Tummy full till gas
And to release it was just sad...
Some sort of weird poem...lol...about food glorious food
Sunday, May 14, 2006
We cannot comprehend what the world is wanting
We cannot understand what people look for
In a person,
In their personality.
People ask themselves,
"Am I troublesome? Am I a burden unto others?"
Over and over again,
This diminishes their spirit and heart.
All Satan's lies?
Then we should put on the full armour of God,
and arm ourselves against the devil's arrows.
Acknowledge that God is the all approval we need,
we don't need the world to tell us what to do,
All we need is God and his word.
Have you ever thought that way,
but just can't seem to do it?
I'll say pray,
no matter how long or short it is,
Sometimes we feel unwanted,
unloved and unjust.
Sometimes situations just doesn't seem right,
and people so cold.
But ultimately everything is from God,
and reliance on God is the way.
He's in control,
even thought at times it just doesn't seem like it.
For a purpose?