A Time Of Worship

I've been following Drifter's Blog for a while but lately his blog has gone missing. I'm more than a little concerned. You'll know why if you know what he has been going through in his life. So I decided to drop him an email the week before to check if he's alright. You see, I don't know why I do such things. I mean, I don't even know this guy. He is just someone whose blog I've been following for a couple of months. I did feel very silly sending that email out. But now I am glad I did. I wasn't really expecting him to reply so when he finally did last night, I was quite relieved. He is alright and starting his life anew with a new blog. I shall not go into details because that is not the main point of this post.

The main point is that God had used the opportunity that a couple of gliches brought, to bring me into a time of worship. I couldn't sleep last night. There were many things on my mind. I needed to send Steven a reply immediately. And I've been burdened with a couple of issues of late which I wanna explore and write about in my blog. But my cranky system kept hanging and I finally had to pull the plug. Arghh..... talk about bad timing! So with my system gone, I decided to message a friend on my mobile. But discovered to my frustration that the battery was not gonna hold for long. This is a really "suay" (bad) night for me. I can't sleep and everything is not working. Even my iPod's battery is running out. Looks like I'm stuck with an burdened heart and no avenue to channel it out to. I decided finally to grab a glass of red and do myself a favor. It'll help me sleep easier, I figure. So there I was, sipping that berry flavored, mind relaxing drink as I used up the last bit of battery life in my iPod. That's the best I could think of. For some reason, the battery lasted longer than I expected cos I remembered playing and replaying Matt Redman's Once Again, over and over again.

There I sat on my futon with my legs stretched out and crossed, my glass glistening under the soft glow of the lamp above me. My mind swirling around those words as vignettes of recent weeks flashed before me.

Jesus Christ... I think upon your sacrifice
You became nothing... poured out to death

The night wasn't that bad after all

Many times... I've wondered at Your gift of life
And I'm in that place once again
I'm in that place once again

Yes Lord, come.....

Jesus Christ... I think upon your sacrifice
You became nothing... poured out to death
Many times... I've wondered at Your gift of life
And I'm in that place once again
I'm in that place once again

I lay all my cares before you
And just gaze upon your face

And once again I look upon the cross where you died
I'm humbled by your mercy and I'm broken inside

You know our brokeness, our pain, our loneliness
I know you cry with us

Once again I thank you
Once again I pour out my life

Lord I bring Chii, DC and Steven to you tonight, even myself
Let your healing love flood our heart Lord

Now You are... exalted to the highest place
King of the heavens... where one day I'll bow

Draw us to your bosom and let all else fade away
We come to you just as we are

But for now... I marvel at Your saving grace
and I'm full of praise once again

We have nothing to offer
But to draw upon your grace

I'm full of praise once again

We are not worthy.....yet you've received us
Your grace... your mercy......we are grateful for

Thank you for the cross
Thank you for the cross

Yes Lord....thank you

Thank you for the cross my friend

Thank you for the cross
(I'm humbled by the cross)
Thank you for the cross
(for I find so much mercy...so much grace)
Thank you for the cross my friend
(how can i...how can I ...how can I thank you....)

Thank you for the cross
Thank you for the cross
Thank you for the cross my friend

Who else would love us like you do

Thank you for the cross
Thank you for the cross
Thank you for the cross my friend

Thank you

By the time the battery ran out, I found myself on my knees, tears streaming down my face. Humbled. Thankful. Restored. Renewed. At rest. At peace. Silent, save for sobs of gratitude.


rk