the expectations. it's like the rain.
i am stretched. so very strained.
get desensitised to the pain,
striving perpetually in vain.
trying to rhyme this is making me insane.
i need to learn how to be more zen.
haha.
when will bitter laughters be replaced by sweet communions and heartfelt praises?
just so disgruntled that they can snatch away my precious time with the Lord so easily. should i have put up a fight, made a fuss?
a melb-sg transition thing? not used to working on weekends? not true. it is precious and i guard it jealously.
when will i stop missing the memory of resting in the greatness of Who Thou art and go on to claim fresher, greater visions of You?
yet so unfit, undeserving to claim.
oh Lord, let me have faith.