MY BIRTHVERSE

1 Peter 5:10 NIV
And the God of all grace, who called you
to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while,
will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.

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Party!

I cannot see the wind, but I can see it touching the trees and causing them to dance.
So it is with God.  I cannot see Him, but I know He is because I've seen Him touching lives and causing them to dance.

"We are all pencils in the hand of a writing God, who is sending love letters to the world."

Dedication to Jerry, my friend and faithful brother in Christ who is battling with cancer

His Strength is Perfect

I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength,
but sometimes I wonder what He can do through me.
No great success to show, no glory on my own
yet in my weakness He is there to let me know:

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone.
He'll carry us when we can't carry on.
Raised in His power, the weak become strong.
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.

We can only know the power that He holds
when we truly see how deep our weakness goes.
His strength in us begins where ours comes to an end.
He hears our humble cry and proves again:

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone.
He'll carry us when we can't carry on.
Raised in His power, the weak become strong.
His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.

   -Micheal W. Smith

The Death of Music...

At the height of my musical studies,
admist my artistry madness...
I wrote the following poem shortly after
playing before a panel for my evaluations. 
At that time, I must have let the pressure get to me.
I certainly do not feel this way now.  But here was somewhat how I felt. 
(Only recently recovered amongst a stack of papers ready to be trashed)

The Death of Music

Why must I do this?
Or could I just miss?
Although everyone can see my hands move,
Its really agony that I'm going through.

I feel they are always watching me,
As if mistakes were all they could see.
I want to play music for music sake,
Definitely not for this group of snakes.

The pressure that I feel
Does not leave me amused.
I want to be released,
Soon before I'm deceased.

I don't want to pound anymore,
Or it will only sound like "gore"
Rather, all of music should be adored
For emotion and passion are its core.

To force my music upon me
Is obviously not the key
Instead, it will do more harm
And I will no longer charm.

My music is the language of my soul,
Not exactly made for all to behold.
Since to me my music is intimate,
From now on... to others I'll not transmit.

        Idy Dec 1999