Have u ever have times when u seem so busy till u seem to lose meaning and just feel like not doing anything?
I have. (:
Sometimes, i will tend to get so busy till i forget why i am living for. But actually everyday of my life should be used to the fullest. But somehow, it feels that i am just letting each day past. This isn't a very good place where i can write down all my thoughts and feelings. I just feel so.

So what's my purpose in life?

Just nice i came across this song.

"To the desperate eyes and reaching hands,
To the suffering and the limp.
To the ones the world has cast aside,
where You want me I will be.

*I will go, I will go,
I will go, Lord, send me.
To the world, to the lost, to the poor and hungry.
Take everything I am,
I’m clay within your hands.
I will go, I will go, send me.

Let me not be blind with privilege,
give eyes to see the pain.
Let the blessing you’ve poured out on me,
not be spent on me in vain.
Let this life be used for change.

^I want to live for you
Go where you need me
I want to follow you"

I am just clay and i am in no position to question why my Creator made me this way. But i know i am definitely more blessed by so many out there. So Lord, let me live this life the way You want me to live. Take away any emotions or feelings that will distracts me from You. I don't know where all this emotions and thinking came, but Lord, You said i could control them and not the other way round. So give me a spirit of joy. A spirit that is contented just to have You. At times, i feel discouraged or just simply don't know why moodiness, but Lord, i am contented to know that i still have You.
That's all that matters.

i know i am weak, i know i am unworthy, but Lord, because of Your grace and mercy, i come to You still. Not covered with shame of what i have done wrong but the grace that is enough to hold me through.



"I have not much to offer You,
not near what You deserve.
But still I come because Your cross,
has placed in me my worth.

Oh Christ my king of sympathy,
Who’s wounds secure my peace.
Your grace extends to call me friend,
Your mercy sets me free.

*And I know I’m weak,
I know I’m unworthy,
To call upon your name.
But because Your grace,
because of Your mercy,
I stand here unashamed.

I can’t explain this kind of love,
I’m humbled and amazed.
That You come down from heaven’s heights,
And greet me face to face.

^Here I am,
at your feet,
In my brokenness complete.




And I know I’m weak,
I know I’m unworthy,
To call upon your name.
But because Your grace,
because of Your mercy,


I stand here unashamed."