<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785</id><updated>2012-02-12T09:55:09.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Heaven</title><subtitle type='html'>What can I give You, that is not what You first gave to me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You see we've dug a hole so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;We cant get out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;We shoot for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, were on our way down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I've got to let you know, see youve been told, otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I know youre letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;But tonight, hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cos you are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Give us time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;To look beyond ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Replaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Give us time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;To place it all together now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You see we got lost somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;In the progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;We all know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Were in this beauty chase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;That we looked pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;The perfection on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I've got to let you know, see youve been told, otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I know youre letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;But tonight, hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cos you are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Give us time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;To look beyond ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Replaceable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Give us time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;To place it all together now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;You are free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;"I dont need no machinery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I just need a place to call my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont need no breaking speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I just need a hand to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont need no machinery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I just need someone to take me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont need no breaking speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I just need to find my soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8237667466510373290?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8237667466510373290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8237667466510373290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8237667466510373290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8237667466510373290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/10/invisible.html' title='Invisible'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8949124880241109757</id><published>2011-10-08T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T10:33:04.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing</title><content type='html'>I know I've been here before&lt;div&gt;So many times before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you don't wanna see me no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my face flat on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not a decision I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a choice I have to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a gamble I took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the only chance I have to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not a prize I claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a place I wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos the only time I stand firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its when I'm down on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and giving…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What isn't mine in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not the steady kind of guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I burn, with no steady kind of fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But steady, is not what you require&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Persistance, is all that you desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In chasing your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not a decision I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a choice I have to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a gamble I took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the only chance I have to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not a prize I claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a place I wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos the only time I stand firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its when I'm down on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and giving…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What isn't mine in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it get harder each time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It gets harder to lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see right through the very worst in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seeing through the very worst in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not a decision I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a choice I have to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a gamble I took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the only chance I have to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not a prize I claim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a place I wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos the only time I stand firm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its when I'm down on my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and giving…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What isn't mine in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8949124880241109757?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8949124880241109757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8949124880241109757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8949124880241109757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8949124880241109757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/10/chasing.html' title='Chasing'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8778593125812410462</id><published>2011-10-06T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T00:32:12.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirens</title><content type='html'>We're so scared to fall&lt;div&gt;But fear is what that brings us to the bottom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're sleeping with the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've come to think we can't live without it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see we're all finding our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And victims to this human nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were counting down our days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hoping it'll be worth the wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the sirens pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say why oh why &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the crying in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say poor boy please don't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next moment I wake up, the voices ask me if I am alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a close one, and you barely made it out of here alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realize, I'm the one thats being saved tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not how many times you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or how you jump back on your feet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see its not about you burning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its about the fire your'e breathing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the sirens pass me by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im singing why oh why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear the crying in the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im singing poor boy please don't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next moment I wake up, the voices ask me if I am alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had a close one, and you barely made it out of here alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realize, I'm the one thats being saved tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its more than my breaking, its about the sacrifice you made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as the blood enters my veins, I am awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm falling to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing Hallelujah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm falling to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8778593125812410462?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8778593125812410462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Ocean Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We welcome the sun, we welcome the rain. We curse the sun, we curse the rain. We are not permanent. Neither is anything about us or around us permanent. Everything will fade away, accept One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As inconsistent beings crying out for consistency, we search for the one thing that is constant. And through the different seasons, and our changing perspectives, we seek God. His beauty is everywhere, and we find Him in the different patterns of our life. Through our changing world, He is unchanging, unmoved, unshaken. The one thing we'll never figure out, yet the only thing that we'll ever be sure of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V1&lt;/div&gt;I'm sitting at the backseat&lt;div&gt;On this winding road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I find myself asking all the questions that have haunted me so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look before me, unending life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the storms that surround me just seems too much to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all I have in this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find my reason when Im right by Your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So catch me as I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let me find You in the midst of it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is an ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let now the undertow take me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is a waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let now the cascades wash me clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is the endless skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just as the heavens are over all the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love will never let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;V2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im standing at the crossroads, staring at the signs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I try so hard just searching for a reason for each breathe that I find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a grass in the wind, tossed from place to place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holding on to grace, walking in the traces of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flood and sweep through my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet hold me closely to Your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch me as I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let me find You in the midst of it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chorus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is an ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let now the undertow take me in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is a waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let now the cascades wash me clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is the endless skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just as the heavens are over all the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love will never let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your'e the one thing that Im sure of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your'e the one thing that I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will always stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your'e the one thing I'll never figure out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet Your'e the one thing that I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will always stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is the gentle breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That stills me within my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is the calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I travel the seas unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is the meadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fields that I rest my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love is the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your love will never let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4216994867482033867?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4788658067583673100</id><published>2011-05-27T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:08:22.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I ever do</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say I have the faith&lt;br /&gt;To move the mountain to beat the grave&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I'm sure today&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand for you all the way&lt;br /&gt;But I can't&lt;br /&gt;Cos theres something inside me that gets it all wrong&lt;br /&gt;But it is erased, it gets lost in these songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever do, I'll never make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;But I live to breath each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To worship You&lt;br /&gt;To worship You&lt;br /&gt;My God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I've learned from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I have what it takes&lt;br /&gt;But I don't&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say i'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;To fight the shadows to brave the pain&lt;br /&gt;But you know I can't&lt;br /&gt;Where do I stand in your perfect plan?&lt;br /&gt;My answer found, as I lift up these hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever do, I'll never make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;But I live to breath each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To worship You&lt;br /&gt;To worship You&lt;br /&gt;My God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4788658067583673100?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4788658067583673100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4788658067583673100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it amazes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How you used this voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With a timid Attitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To speak to the multitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It amazes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How You turned it into something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And all I have is gratitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That you would use this voice…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJdBEbtWMoc/TZtBDw6L55I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xgh4Al2AfQs/s1600/189075_10150171122386287_572281286_8889235_6666414_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJdBEbtWMoc/TZtBDw6L55I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xgh4Al2AfQs/s320/189075_10150171122386287_572281286_8889235_6666414_n.jpg" style="cursor: move; " border="0" height="320" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSu_GR37W0M/TZtBaGxcZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QYrkDh1VLOk/s1600/198804_10150151410986963_782831962_8015315_8296988_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FSu_GR37W0M/TZtBaGxcZyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QYrkDh1VLOk/s320/198804_10150151410986963_782831962_8015315_8296988_n.jpg" style="cursor: move; " border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Praise God in the great congregation; praise the Lord in the assembly of Isreal. There is the little tribe of Benjamin, leading them "Psalm 67:26-27 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God Youve made my dreams come true in ways I could not imagine. And I know this is just the beginning. Just thought I'd pause to think about Your faithfulness... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You miraculously turned my messed up life around Lord, I love You with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHyK0C_aQck/TZtCvVaYrVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/snIs0MCOv0Y/s1600/18380_390353285649_563655649_10634960_587586_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHyK0C_aQck/TZtCvVaYrVI/AAAAAAAAAAg/snIs0MCOv0Y/s320/18380_390353285649_563655649_10634960_587586_n.jpg" style="cursor: move; " border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was never a straight forward thing, and it never is…but what I know, Your hand is with me, Your rod, Your staff, it comforts me. Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWAr5phGPZ0/TZtET_UJgAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K8x3LuHNJg8/s1600/39177_417435240951_529170951_5335067_287821_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWAr5phGPZ0/TZtET_UJgAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K8x3LuHNJg8/s320/39177_417435240951_529170951_5335067_287821_n.jpg" style="cursor: move; " border="0" height="320" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your power is made perfect in my weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;m still that boy, just with a different voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Im still that boy, just with a different choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="separator" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To follow You…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2701891548503186212?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2701891548503186212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2701891548503186212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2701891548503186212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2701891548503186212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-god-thank-you.html' title='Dear God, thank You'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJdBEbtWMoc/TZtBDw6L55I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xgh4Al2AfQs/s72-c/189075_10150171122386287_572281286_8889235_6666414_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6776017196728486515</id><published>2011-03-21T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:26:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tick tock</title><content type='html'>We have made ourselves a home, in this mess we've made&lt;div&gt;We have made ourselves a bed, a bed in the grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, what are you waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tossing and turning, tossing and turning, what are you still here for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So run, run, run out of this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run, run, run out of this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have bound ourselves with chains, and cuddled in its warmth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have chose to wait it out, to die in the storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settling down, sitting around, our bodies waste away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settling down, looking around as the seconds fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So run, run, run out of this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run, run, run out of this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world isn't getting any younger than the treasures we hold dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock isn't ticking any slower than our hearts that beat with fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we could turn back the hands, we would make amends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But where do we go? Cos were never coming back here again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're never coming back, we're never coming here again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're never coming back, we're never coming here again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gotta run, run, run out of this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run, run, RUN OUT OF THIS PLACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hear the sirens scream though those walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you hear the sirens scream through those walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what are you still here for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6776017196728486515?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6776017196728486515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6776017196728486515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6776017196728486515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6776017196728486515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/03/tick-tock.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6607103638963647915</id><published>2011-02-05T22:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:37:53.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful end (let down the nets)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;Luke 5:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once in awhile I take a stroll down this path the winding one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once in awhile I let doubt have its way over me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cos I’ve rode the heights of the land, but I still taste the dirt on the ground&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I listen up in the silences, but hope doesn’t make a sound&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hope doesn't make a sound&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've worked hard all night, and I haven’t got anywhere&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But because you say so, Ill do this one more time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toss and turn all night, but it seems so far from the end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But because you say so, Ill keep doing this over again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walk to the fight packed my bags and said goodbye&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But surrender is more than waving this white flag high&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know this path chosen for me, was not for me to choose&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know you wont take away what you wont give back in full &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With something more beautiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We work hard all night, and were still hanging on the edge&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But because You say so, we’ll do this one more time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve been up all night, but it seems so far from the end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But because You say so, we'll keep doing this over again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes you gotta stay asleep with the nightmare, to see its beautiful end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6607103638963647915?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6607103638963647915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6607103638963647915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6607103638963647915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6607103638963647915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-end-let-down-nets.html' title='Beautiful end (let down the nets)'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3806744294038316180</id><published>2010-12-25T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:56:09.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wish</title><content type='html'>Like little ones, we would bow before the tree&lt;div&gt;What lovely gifts, what presents are in store for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the fire, we would do some caroling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busking in the joy the season brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask You, would You grant me, my christmas wish this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly, You make everything so clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest gift of all is hanging on the tree for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As older ones, we would exchange expensive things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may cost me, but its something I can afford to bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what present, what gift, would you bring the king of kings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this gift exchange, its a one way game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask You, would You grant me, my christmas wish this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly, You make everything so clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall to my knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest gift of all is hanging on the tree for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest gift of all is hanging on the tree for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest gift hangs there on a tree for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like little ones, I bow before the tree...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3806744294038316180?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3806744294038316180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3806744294038316180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3806744294038316180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3806744294038316180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wish.html' title='Christmas wish'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-918696050978912963</id><published>2010-07-28T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:36:35.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceylon</title><content type='html'>I am a poor boy, putting on the best that I have&lt;br /&gt;And a sickness, is the only thing I have to bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a poor girl, and to get there I must travel afar&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be late cos I've a meeting with the King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a host, appointed by the heavenly hosts&lt;br /&gt;So by the crashing waves thats where I'll pave the way for the Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an addict, addicted to everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;And my only cure is to call upon the name above all names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you won't reject their desperate plea&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't hold back your hand that heals&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't refuse to come down here&lt;br /&gt;Cos the people are hungry here&lt;br /&gt;The people are empty, and you're near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe you'll come&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Cos you hear, and have compassion on the broken ones&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe you'll come&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Cos you heal, and you love the little ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear their cry, and heal their land&lt;br /&gt;Hear our cry, and heal our land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-918696050978912963?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/918696050978912963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=918696050978912963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/918696050978912963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/918696050978912963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/07/ceylon.html' title='Ceylon'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-9044204468768537021</id><published>2010-07-28T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:19:59.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Watch how the rain falls on the dry ground, and nourishes&lt;br /&gt;The plants in the fields they rejoice, at the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the sky without the street lights, and then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;How it was mean't to be the countless stars, in the galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there's none of them compares to you&lt;br /&gt;Theres no shooting star that shines as bright as you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When your dreams they fade and seem so far&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the signs to find out who you are&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are you&lt;br /&gt;You are you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, because you're you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch how the ocean beats the sand in sheer might, in harmony&lt;br /&gt;They toss and they turn and they make you realize, how small you can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the earth shake in pure fright, beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;Cities built in years torn apart, so instantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet my eyes are always fixed on you&lt;br /&gt;There's no flower in the field as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you're starring at the sea so still&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your reflection tell you what to feel&lt;br /&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are you&lt;br /&gt;You are you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're you&lt;br /&gt;Because you're you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, because you're you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-9044204468768537021?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9044204468768537021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=9044204468768537021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9044204468768537021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9044204468768537021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/07/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7310028517483134970</id><published>2010-05-24T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:35:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride of your Life</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be free this is the party to be&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;If youve had enough of those morning afters&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go get your friends along&lt;br /&gt;And we'll dance to the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts still beating strong&lt;br /&gt;And when they ask whats going on&lt;br /&gt;I'll respond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I comprehend the love given to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand and it makes no sense how I am free&lt;br /&gt;So would you take my hand, take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Come on board the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;If youre done with the temporary fixes&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna stand up and be counted&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, c'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youre sick of moving with the trends&lt;br /&gt;You think its time to make ammends&lt;br /&gt;To live your life for what its meant&lt;br /&gt;This is your very chance&lt;br /&gt;Your chance, your chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I comprehend the love given to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand and it makes no sense how I am free&lt;br /&gt;So would you take my hand, take my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Come on board the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This party is something more&lt;br /&gt;than a drug that leaves you needing more&lt;br /&gt;Its all youve been searching for&lt;br /&gt;All and so much more&lt;br /&gt;Much more, much more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7310028517483134970?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7310028517483134970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7310028517483134970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7310028517483134970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7310028517483134970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/05/ride-of-your-life.html' title='The Ride of your Life'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-2162263953767499887</id><published>2010-04-05T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:52:29.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the cross I went&lt;br /&gt;Where we first met, my friend&lt;br /&gt;And I recall how I was lost, but now I stand here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my place at no cost&lt;br /&gt;Wore my crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be the one, but there you bleed for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my saviour cry that night&lt;br /&gt;You asked your father was there another way to make my blind eyes see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the cross, on calvery&lt;br /&gt;Tell me was it really worth saving me?&lt;br /&gt;It still remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How the King of Kings hangs thiere on a tree&lt;br /&gt;And He thought of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;v2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ask which hurt you more?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the nails that you bore?&lt;br /&gt;Or my heart that turned from you, My Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came as a mortal man&lt;br /&gt;Became the one we condemmed&lt;br /&gt;Yet in your last dying breath all you cried was 'Forgive them'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my saviour die that night&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm kneeling at your feet hanging on for my dear life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the cross, on calvery&lt;br /&gt;Tell me was it really worth saving me?&lt;br /&gt;It still remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How the King of Kings hangs thiere on a tree&lt;br /&gt;And how He thought of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought of me, he thought of me?&lt;br /&gt;How can it be, how can it be?&lt;br /&gt;It still remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How this precious grace is all for free&lt;br /&gt;And its all for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that cross, on calvery&lt;br /&gt;How can it be worth saving me?&lt;br /&gt;It still remains a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How the King of Kings hangs there on a tree&lt;br /&gt;And He thought of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2162263953767499887?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2162263953767499887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2162263953767499887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2162263953767499887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2162263953767499887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-cross.html' title='To the Cross'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5302826795341911101</id><published>2010-02-18T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:03:29.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm</title><content type='html'>I have seen&lt;br /&gt;Blind man see&lt;br /&gt;Dead man rise&lt;br /&gt;They walk free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen miracles&lt;br /&gt;But they don't happen to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm an expired miracle&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I wait&lt;br /&gt;You are here&lt;br /&gt;The storm whispers clear&lt;br /&gt;I need not fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves form a cave around me&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I could do was to lean on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The currents are strong as can be&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I can do is to lean on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried&lt;br /&gt;To trust in me&lt;br /&gt;I have drowned&lt;br /&gt;So helplessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud man&lt;br /&gt;But I learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Whats it gonna take me&lt;br /&gt;Whats it gonna break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go&lt;br /&gt;To lose my hold&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and hope&lt;br /&gt;That Ill stay afloat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves form a cave around me&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I could do was to lean on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The currents are strong as can be&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I can do is to lean on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5302826795341911101?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5302826795341911101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7424218395859456743</id><published>2010-01-03T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:04:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better again</title><content type='html'>This is for the new yr, the years before, and the years ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Are you the ghost from my past?&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of who I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you, why are you so empty?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the chance of your life time&lt;br /&gt;Thats knocking on your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still that boy, just with  different voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm still that boy, just with a different choice&lt;br /&gt;To follow You, to follow You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Cos Im higher than I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year it seems&lt;br /&gt;I get more than what I ask for&lt;br /&gt;I see more than what Ive seen&lt;br /&gt;And this keeps getting better and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, hey you in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so queit?&lt;br /&gt;Its as if your mouth has been tamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you, plunge your fist to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the voice around you&lt;br /&gt;Calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still that boy, just with  different voice&lt;br /&gt;I'm still that boy, just with a different choice&lt;br /&gt;To follow You, to follow You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Cos Im higher than I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year it seems&lt;br /&gt;I get more than what I ask for&lt;br /&gt;I see more than I have seen&lt;br /&gt;And this keeps getting better and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7424218395859456743?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7424218395859456743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7424218395859456743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7424218395859456743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7424218395859456743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-again.html' title='Better again'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7238790006263853126</id><published>2009-12-11T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:47:19.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Exchange</title><content type='html'>Its that special time of yr again...this yr lets look at the concept of the routine gift exchange we do on christmas night. This ones called 'Gift Exchange'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows it feel to leave the place you love&lt;br /&gt;To a race that did not deserve&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you came and asked for nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;And became a slave to my sinful trade&lt;br /&gt;You came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were lying in the manger,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden safe within the covers&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the desperate faces&lt;br /&gt;Longing for a saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To provide a solution&lt;br /&gt;To this cruel earths conclusion&lt;br /&gt;To come and save the day&lt;br /&gt;And well say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth sings&lt;br /&gt;'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;Cos its the happiest day&lt;br /&gt;'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;The angels hail the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thousand years ago on this starry night&lt;br /&gt;A widow loses hope, she waits to die&lt;br /&gt;Shes giving up the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does she know this special night&lt;br /&gt;A little baby boy is humbly born to life&lt;br /&gt;He can save her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were peering down from heaven&lt;br /&gt;To this earth you created&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear her desperate voice&lt;br /&gt;Calling for a saviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To provide a solution&lt;br /&gt;To this fear and dillusion&lt;br /&gt;To come and save the day&lt;br /&gt;And we say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;The whole earth sings&lt;br /&gt;'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;Cos its the happiest day&lt;br /&gt;'Happy birthday'&lt;br /&gt;The angels hail the King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You came to trade the gift of Your life&lt;br /&gt;To a world that greeted You with despise&lt;br /&gt;On that bed of hay lies a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How this Gift Exchange seems so unfair to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Exchange'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8779571255152321034</id><published>2009-10-22T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:35:52.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im an Impatient patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Im done with one thing&lt;br /&gt;Im on to the next&lt;br /&gt;I just need to hold on to some thing&lt;br /&gt;I just need a fix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is of the assence&lt;br /&gt;Lets make it count&lt;br /&gt;But when time is in abundance&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the clock spins round&lt;br /&gt;Faster...faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me patience&lt;br /&gt;And I want it NOW&lt;br /&gt;Give me patience&lt;br /&gt;I want it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos to me silence is the most deafening noise&lt;br /&gt;And to me being still is the most tiring choice&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me hear your voice, I just wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been good at&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for things to happen&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to work&lt;br /&gt;Nothing brings me satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me learn to trust you&lt;br /&gt;Help me learn to lean&lt;br /&gt;That the only thing ill ache for&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to be&lt;br /&gt;Closer...Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me patience&lt;br /&gt;And I want it NOW&lt;br /&gt;Give me patience&lt;br /&gt;I want it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos to me silence is the most deafening noise&lt;br /&gt;And to me being still is the most tiring choice&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me hear your voice, I just wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you have is worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're here, in the wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8779571255152321034?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8779571255152321034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8779571255152321034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8779571255152321034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8779571255152321034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-impatient-patient.html' title='Im an Impatient patient'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4646614136743349528</id><published>2009-10-16T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:17:45.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than you know</title><content type='html'>You may keep running away&lt;br /&gt;And when I call you do not answer&lt;br /&gt;But when you come crawling back, you don't need to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not last long the last time we met&lt;br /&gt;It did not last long the last time you sat, by my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;By my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Just let me say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, more than you think you know&lt;br /&gt;Even in your darkess moment, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;Cos my love is bigger than what you make it out to be&lt;br /&gt;And my love is bigger than what your tiny eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love is bigger than you&lt;br /&gt;My love, is more than you think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;You feel you've some sort of debt to repay&lt;br /&gt;But for the record just let me say, I would you anyhow and anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are never ever not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You are never not wonderful&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are never not lovely&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever be not lovely&lt;br /&gt;To me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, more than you think you know&lt;br /&gt;Even in your darkess moment, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;Cos my love is bigger than what you make it out to be&lt;br /&gt;And my love is bigger than what your tiny eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love is bigger than you&lt;br /&gt;My love, is more than you think you know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4646614136743349528?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4646614136743349528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4646614136743349528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4646614136743349528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4646614136743349528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-than-you-know.html' title='More than you know'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8002243655765810375</id><published>2009-09-04T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:21:17.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>corporate lives</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Little boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what its like to be out here&lt;br /&gt;In this dog eat dog world&lt;br /&gt;Where the climb to the top is full of blood and sweat and tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh the battles I fight just to make this life&lt;br /&gt;A better one for you and me&lt;br /&gt;With my transactions and my policies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were living our corporate live$&lt;br /&gt;We vote but we don't beautify&lt;br /&gt;And we dontate but we won't sacifice our TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos&lt;br /&gt;Were too busy working hard&lt;br /&gt;Were too busy working hard&lt;br /&gt;Were too busy working hard&lt;br /&gt;But the proceeds, the proceeds goes out to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Older one&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget all you've done for me&lt;br /&gt;Take heart I will&lt;br /&gt;Always be there, to pay your bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry one&lt;br /&gt;If only my hands could reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;But i'll send this letter out&lt;br /&gt;Praying someone will do something about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were living our corporate lives&lt;br /&gt;We can't be there but we can sympatize&lt;br /&gt;We wish you well and if only we all had more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;Were too busy working hard&lt;br /&gt;Were too busy working hard&lt;br /&gt;Were too busy working hard&lt;br /&gt;But the proceeds, the proceeds goes out to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;We all need a little time&lt;br /&gt;We all need a little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were all guilty of this crime&lt;br /&gt;Were all guilty of this crime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8002243655765810375?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8002243655765810375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8002243655765810375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8002243655765810375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8002243655765810375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/09/corporate-lives.html' title='corporate lives'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5042200960487413362</id><published>2009-08-21T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:18:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain on my window</title><content type='html'>Gonna jot this one down before i forget..its a song again about the least of them. The poor, the brokenhearted, the captive, the prisoner. Or whoever might be that forgotten person in your life that needs your help. A hard one to swallow, a Prelude to my other song 'bedtime stories'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, am I of any concern to you&lt;br /&gt;And would stop if you saw me burn&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, I'm putting on a brave front now&lt;br /&gt;You won't see the real me crumbling down, crying out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch the tears that rolled down my face&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch the tears that rolled down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they like rain?&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling on your window pane&lt;br /&gt;So easily wiped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they like rain&lt;br /&gt;Rain crashing on your window pane&lt;br /&gt;Just watch me drip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, you talk about how strong your God is&lt;br /&gt;And Im glad you have something for yourself to believe in&lt;br /&gt;But if this God was the one who caused the clouds to cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Then can he feel my pain? Can he hear my plea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos im screaming but no one hears&lt;br /&gt;And theres no one to wipe these tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tears like rain&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling on your window pane&lt;br /&gt;So easily swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they like rain&lt;br /&gt;Rain crashing on your window pane&lt;br /&gt;Just watch me fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me, but do you feel me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5042200960487413362?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5042200960487413362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=5042200960487413362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5042200960487413362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5042200960487413362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-on-my-window.html' title='Rain on my window'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-755626518236816771</id><published>2009-07-14T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:08:54.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude awakening</title><content type='html'>Follow me into the dark&lt;br /&gt;But don't leave me there&lt;br /&gt;Im scared&lt;br /&gt;A rude awakening for this hardened hearts repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of this shallow repentance&lt;br /&gt;This false sense of security&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of these lies of comfort&lt;br /&gt;My death is my complacency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty rituals and mindless prayer&lt;br /&gt;Will bring me &amp;amp; you despair&lt;br /&gt;Unhelpful thoughts and heartless songs&lt;br /&gt;Won't hold me up for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of this shallow repentance&lt;br /&gt;This false sense of security&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of these lies of comfort&lt;br /&gt;My death is my complacency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the fall of me is my humanity&lt;br /&gt;Its no wonder I keep slumbering in my selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this half-hearted take at humility&lt;br /&gt;Your arms outstrecthed again to my ungratefulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slap some sense into me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I hate this reflection I see&lt;br /&gt;Awake me from my sleep, awake me from my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of this shallow repentance&lt;br /&gt;This false sense of security&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of these lies of comfort&lt;br /&gt;My death is my complacency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the fall of me is my humanity&lt;br /&gt;Its no wonder I keep slumbering in my selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this half-hearted take at humility&lt;br /&gt;Your arms outstrecthed again to my ungratefulness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-755626518236816771?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/755626518236816771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=755626518236816771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/755626518236816771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/755626518236816771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/07/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude awakening'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5461061003714598956</id><published>2009-06-28T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:40:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From my broken heart to yours</title><content type='html'>"The Lord is close to the broken-hearted, He rescues those whose spirits are crushed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna tell you don't cry, cos I know that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to pretend that you're fine, when you're down in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;Feels like theres nothing left to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;Hold on..&lt;br /&gt;To the one that does not change&lt;br /&gt;To the one thing in life that remains the same&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, just keep holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;If you're going through the heartbreaks of life, don't lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cos itll only be a matter of time, where you'll see the glow, in all this&lt;br /&gt;If you're going through the hardships of life, stay strong and fight&lt;br /&gt;Just know that Hes been with you all this time, and He's in control, of all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Theres always another side to this story untold&lt;br /&gt;And someday you'll realise that you were'nt that alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day soon,&lt;br /&gt;A stronger you will sing this tune&lt;br /&gt;Hold on..&lt;br /&gt;To the one that does not change&lt;br /&gt;To the one thing in life that remains the same&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, just keep going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;If you're going through the heartbreaks of life, don't lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cos itll only be a matter of time, where you'll see the glow, in all this&lt;br /&gt;If you're going through the hardships of life, stay strong and fight&lt;br /&gt;Cos what you have left is more than enough, and He's in control, of all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the universe?&lt;br /&gt;Who made the heavens and the earth?&lt;br /&gt;Who took the weight of the world?&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your world in His hands, who holds your world in His hands&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your world in His hands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5461061003714598956?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5461061003714598956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=5461061003714598956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5461061003714598956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5461061003714598956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-my-broken-heart-to-yours.html' title='From my broken heart to yours'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7485285470082336490</id><published>2009-06-14T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:41:47.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories</title><content type='html'>I shake my head at the television screen&lt;br /&gt;Theyre talking bout war again, and bitter things&lt;br /&gt;A land of milk and honey for those who can afford&lt;br /&gt;Our arms filled with destruction yet unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout how our world has fallen&lt;br /&gt;And I utter out a nobel plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone help them?&lt;br /&gt;Wont someone save them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the pavements of these lonely street&lt;br /&gt;At the side of my eyes, a begger on his knees&lt;br /&gt;And theres the girl with such beauty in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yet shes selling herself tonight, the only way shes known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all the misery&lt;br /&gt;And i utter out this noble plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone help him?&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone save her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is hurting my friend is in need&lt;br /&gt;Talks about giving up, and hopeless things&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they see what I see&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they spread their arms and just be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie down here&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the mess we've created&lt;br /&gt;And I utter out this noble plea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone help them?&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone save them?&lt;br /&gt;Why does no one help them?&lt;br /&gt;Why does no one save them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I close my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And tommorrow I wake up again&lt;br /&gt;The sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;And everything will go on the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Put to bed these empty prayers&lt;br /&gt;The light will come&lt;br /&gt;And life goes on the same...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have they become just bedtime stories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7485285470082336490?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7485285470082336490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7485285470082336490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7485285470082336490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7485285470082336490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/06/bedtime-stories.html' title='Bedtime Stories'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8200947982394673033</id><published>2009-05-31T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:51:05.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been running around in circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm back here once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding for the solutions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But im still clueless, less this conclusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I need you so, I need you so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times must I fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you to pick me up again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times must I realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I need you so, I need you so...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everthing comes to nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my crowns burn down to the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I lose grasp of all I hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my heart stops beating again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times will I fall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times will I crumble?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times will I come crawling back again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times will I break?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times my heart will cry out...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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conclusion'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7257509394442762999</id><published>2009-04-25T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:34:56.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;I said 'Take away, everything of mine&lt;br /&gt;The things that confine&lt;br /&gt;This heart offered to you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know, I was holding on so tight every night I cried&lt;br /&gt;'I surrender all to you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a swimmer take the ocean on, with his feet caught in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Can a bird fly with its wings still in the nest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gained, is my loss today&lt;br /&gt;But my broken heart will sing&lt;br /&gt;Praise to the one&lt;br /&gt;Who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;The only time that Ive truly won your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is when im standing here with mine torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And the only time that I'll ever give enough&lt;br /&gt;Is when you take it all away, and theres nothing left to part from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I gained, is my loss today&lt;br /&gt;But my broken heart will sing&lt;br /&gt;Praise to the one&lt;br /&gt;Who gives and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give, and you take away&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to hold?&lt;br /&gt;What is not mine anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you give, is more than I deserve&lt;br /&gt;I have more than enough and more&lt;br /&gt;When Im riding here in your love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7762595389500316167</id><published>2009-02-13T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:55:31.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Someone reminded me I havent wrote a fast song in a long time. Well I was thinking..its probably not the season in my life, being it a time of quietly trusting in the midst of lifes challenges and uncertainties, that I would be writing a fast song. But then I realised, again through talking to someone, the best way to tackle the hardtimes is to face them with a heart of thanksgiving and joy. Sometimes its just about being thankful for the greatest gift you have received alr. And everything just becomes brand new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;It feels like im on the edge&lt;br /&gt;On this line between life and death&lt;br /&gt;So easy to rise or fall&lt;br /&gt;Oh I dont know what took me this long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to find you&lt;br /&gt;Cos everythings so good with you&lt;br /&gt;Now that Ive found you, now that ive found you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...It feels so right I just cant explain&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...Its suddenly so obvious to me&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...And I know that I will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cos youre here in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;The choices we have to make&lt;br /&gt;The decisions that twist our fate&lt;br /&gt;The moments that pass us by&lt;br /&gt;Could define where our destiny lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad I chose you&lt;br /&gt;Cos everythings so good with you&lt;br /&gt;So glad I chose you, so glad I chose you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...It feels so right I just cant explain&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...Its suddenly so obvious to me&lt;br /&gt;Whoa...And I know that I will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Cos youre here in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set my feet to dancing&lt;br /&gt;You set my feet to dancing&lt;br /&gt;You set my feet to dancing&lt;br /&gt;To dancing, to dancing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7762595389500316167?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7762595389500316167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7762595389500316167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7762595389500316167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7762595389500316167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-473801796232827453</id><published>2009-01-13T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:18:58.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing heaven into hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;V1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When every step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is agony and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the light dims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the striving seems in vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my strength is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How do I carry on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But then I realise, I realise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can this be a living hell? When youre with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can it be anything less than heaven? When youre here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My fortress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift me above the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My refuge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift me above the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;v2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You ask me to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I can hardly walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You ask me to soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When these fragile wings are torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You ask me to face, this test of my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I let you down, will I let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I can hold on a little bit longer, cos I'm holding on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can be just that little bit stronger, cos I'm strong with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift me above the waves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift me above the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can run... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can this be a living hell? When youre here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can it be anything less than heaven? When youre here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He lifts me above the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can breath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He lifts me above the pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I can run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Because he loves me, I will deliver him from pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will rescue him, for he acknowledges my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will cover him, in the shadow of my wings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Says the Lord, says the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-473801796232827453?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/473801796232827453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=473801796232827453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/473801796232827453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/473801796232827453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2009/01/bringing-heaven-into-hell.html' title='Bringing heaven into hell'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-502842673869042385</id><published>2008-12-28T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:00:33.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weight of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just our own burdens to carry, and its already too much to bare. The burdens of this evil world to carry, certainly a task no one would bring upon himself. Yet he held on..with all he had in him. Cos he knew he had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Can't take this weight, the world is getting me down;&lt;br /&gt;Im on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;Daggers fly from end to end;&lt;br /&gt;Piercing where it hurts most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the right, the right to complain;&lt;br /&gt;Of all these wrongs that I face&lt;br /&gt;Just so unfair, all the despair;&lt;br /&gt;Too much for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I remember&lt;br /&gt;The price you paid&lt;br /&gt;This pain I carry&lt;br /&gt;Is just a fraction of the pain that you had to take away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held on, cos my life depended on it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You endured, Cos all my hope was in your hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when, the pain was all that you could bare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held on, held on to the very end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;How heavy was it? The weight of the world;&lt;br /&gt;On the shoulders of a man&lt;br /&gt;Pressed down with force&lt;br /&gt;With our fallen hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely go on, I can barely keep it up;&lt;br /&gt;This burden on my back&lt;br /&gt;I just keep falling, falling down again&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember&lt;br /&gt;The price you paid&lt;br /&gt;This weight I carry&lt;br /&gt;Is just a fraction of the chains you had to take away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held on, cos my life depended on it&lt;br /&gt;You endured, Cos all my hope was in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Even when, the pain was all that you could bare&lt;br /&gt;You held on, held on to the very end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held on, just for the chance I might return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stayed strong, cos you could not bare to watch me burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held on, cos I would not know what eternity could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had not held on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-502842673869042385?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/502842673869042385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=502842673869042385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/502842673869042385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/502842673869042385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/12/weight-of-world.html' title='The weight of the world'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3964106843495470006</id><published>2008-11-07T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:24:41.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What are we now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But shadows that fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What are we now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But shadows that fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the light stops shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We seize to exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the light stops shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We seize to exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who are we now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But dust on the scales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Without the potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our ambitions they fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our ambitions they fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our ambitions they fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who are we now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But dust on the scales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who is man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But grass in the fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And all his glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like the flowers they yield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the grass withers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the flowers fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The valley rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the mountains fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No sooner theyre planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No sooner theyre sown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No sooner theyre rooted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No sooner theyre grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That we fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We fall down down down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We fall down down down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you not see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you not hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lift your eyes and look at the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;See the stars shine clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you not heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you not heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our Lord is the everlasting God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Creator of the ends of the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He will not grow tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He will not grow weary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His strength, gives strength to the weak and the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the strong man will stumble and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But those who hope in the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will soar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3964106843495470006?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3964106843495470006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3964106843495470006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3964106843495470006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3964106843495470006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-are-we-now-but-shadows-that-fade.html' title=''/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-1460053850924426633</id><published>2008-10-26T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:22:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the rooster crows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes I dont understand. Why am I ashamed of the one thing in my life I have to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;v1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You did not ask too much of me&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you touched my eyes and made it see&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things I dared not believe&lt;br /&gt;I remember how you came into my life and made me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did you feel?&lt;br /&gt;As you faced the crowds disappeal&lt;br /&gt;Such rejection, you feel&lt;br /&gt;The least I could do is to acknowledge you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me so much to live for&lt;br /&gt;So much to die for&lt;br /&gt;All I was searching for&lt;br /&gt;All I searched for and so much more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And three times theyll ask me, who do you serve?&lt;br /&gt;And even if I have to&lt;br /&gt;Ill die with you&lt;br /&gt;I won't disown you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could say I would do that to you?&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see my heart that beats for you&lt;br /&gt;How could you say I would do that to you&lt;br /&gt;Did I not lay it all down just to follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be true?&lt;br /&gt;Did my feet not stand on the water too?&lt;br /&gt;Even if all fall away, I never will&lt;br /&gt;And the least I can do is to acknowledge you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You gave me so much to live forSo much to die forAll I was searching forAll I searched for and so much more And three times theyll ask me, who do you serve?And even if I have toIll die with youI won't disown you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the shadows, I cry to you&lt;br /&gt;Why O why, did I deny you?&lt;br /&gt;My Lord &amp;amp; King&lt;br /&gt;This must be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Did I feel this way all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it haunt you? While you slept in the grave&lt;br /&gt;Did my betrayal leave those scars on your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because of me, I chose to spare my own life&lt;br /&gt;Because of me, you chose to give your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make this right, make this right, make this right&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna make this right&lt;br /&gt;I live for you even when it means to die...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-1460053850924426633?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1460053850924426633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=1460053850924426633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1460053850924426633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1460053850924426633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-rooster-crows.html' title='Before the rooster crows'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7461344693440974953</id><published>2008-09-30T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:50:29.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we think we can hide from God. Especially when it comes the tiny short-fallings we have. We can become so used to accepting them that they become part of the motion in our everyday lives, and we could very easily put them off as nothing. These could be the very things preventing us from unlocking greater blessings from the Lord. When the Lord stretches out His hand to wake us up from this state of denial we have, as much as it may hurt, embrace it, dont reject it it. It says in proverbs, do not reject the Lords discipline and rebuke for He disciplines who He loves. This rude awakening is one of the greatest measure of grace we could be given. Are we in denial? Are we afraid of consequences? Are we running? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking maybe you would'nt see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking maybe you'll let me be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking give and take..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking if I met you halfway there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could make the mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ones I choose to make..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But right there, when I thought I was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your love rebukes me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate it, but I pray it will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I ran to the mountain top, you'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I ran to the depths of the earth, you'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I ran, you'll catch me, surely you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do I run from the eyes that looked at me before the world began?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Denial is what got me here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The constant refusal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To face the problem at hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Running through the cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riddling with the circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rules that cannot bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right there where I thought I was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your love rebukes my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I hate it, but I pray it will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;If I ran to the mountain top, you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;If I ran to the depths of the earth, you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;If I ran, you'll catch me, surely you will&lt;br /&gt;Where do I run from the eyes that looked at me before the world began?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I saw you, you saw me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I chased you, you chased me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I made up my mind, you made up your mind about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And im asking why, why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why an underserving wretch like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why an underserving wretch like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why an underserving wretch like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why an underserving wretch like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7461344693440974953?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7461344693440974953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5348121834654732477</id><published>2008-09-09T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:14:11.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ironic plea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could turn back the motion&lt;br /&gt;Ill go back to that moment&lt;br /&gt;Your moment of agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wipe away the tears, the tears lost for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you weep? Why do you weep for me?&lt;br /&gt;A cause so unworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because, all because of the person&lt;br /&gt;The man I chose to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O such pain that I caused&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take it away, I wish I was in time to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me,&lt;br /&gt;This is what ive become&lt;br /&gt;So dont bleed for me, dont bleed for me&lt;br /&gt;Im just bound to turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hurt you again, and hurt you again/&lt;br /&gt;This is me, waiting for my chance to run&lt;br /&gt;So dont fall for me, dont fall for me now&lt;br /&gt;It aint worth&lt;br /&gt;It aint worth the price to pay, the price you paid for me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, so painfully aware of irony&lt;br /&gt;Im suffocating, when all I need is you to breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O such pain that I caused&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take it away, I wish I was in time to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me,&lt;br /&gt;This is what ive become&lt;br /&gt;So dont bleed for me, dont bleed for me&lt;br /&gt;Im just bound to turn around&lt;br /&gt;And hurt you again, and hurt you again/&lt;br /&gt;This is me, waiting for my chance to run&lt;br /&gt;So dont fall for me, dont fall for me now&lt;br /&gt;It aint worth&lt;br /&gt;It aint worth the price to pay, the price you paid for me anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5348121834654732477?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5348121834654732477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=5348121834654732477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that mind of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking for the answers&lt;br /&gt;And all this while I thought I understood&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand im just a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos do the grass ask the sun why it shines?&lt;br /&gt;Or the sand swim against the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you hold my world in the palm of your hands&lt;br /&gt;Then these hands are up in surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done trying to figure you out&lt;br /&gt;Im done being wise in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Im done trying to guess what youll do next&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving whats beyond me, beyond me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos im clueless, im clueless&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;Im clueless, clueless, when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;All Im sure is the promise youve made&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know that Im saved&lt;br /&gt;And with you by my side, I have a clue how to face this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;O how you left me, so speechless&lt;br /&gt;So in awe at the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;And I admit today, im helpless&lt;br /&gt;Im needing less of me and more of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done trying to figure you out&lt;br /&gt;Im done being wise in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Im done trying to guess what youll do next&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving whats beyond me, beyond me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos im clueless, im clueless&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;Im clueless, clueless, when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;All Im sure is the promise youve made&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know that Im saved&lt;br /&gt;And with you by my side, I have a clue how to face this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me...&lt;br /&gt;Help me know im not alone&lt;br /&gt;Help me...&lt;br /&gt;Know that with you I am strong&lt;br /&gt;Help me...&lt;br /&gt;Know youre above what gets me down&lt;br /&gt;Help me...&lt;br /&gt;Know you were with me all this while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos im clueless, im clueless&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;Im clueless, clueless, when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;All Im sure is the promise youve made&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to know that Im saved&lt;br /&gt;And I love you...I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with you by my side, I have a clue how to face this day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8382176549031968882?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8382176549031968882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8382176549031968882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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clinging on to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go is clinging on to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you know how hard it was, for me to pray those words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if its just one prayer you hear, then let that prayer be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will be still, in the times of testing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will be still, know You are God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God of the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God of the Universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God of Kings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God of the Small Things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The God of All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im giving it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im giving it all, to the God of All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me no other option, then let it go to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me no other choice, then to give it all to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trusted me with this, now this I trust with You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im letting go im clinging on to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Take heart my child. Haven't I been faithful all this while?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift your eyes, and see the bigger view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it hurts, then now you know its worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And will I not carry you through, will I not carry you through?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5172427454709869957?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5172427454709869957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=5172427454709869957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5172427454709869957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5172427454709869957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-fifth.html' title='August fifth'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8322760164949022195</id><published>2008-08-04T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:38:22.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We like to learn the hard way</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, O why?&lt;br /&gt;Do I defy&lt;br /&gt;The one thing thats good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, O why?&lt;br /&gt;Do I try&lt;br /&gt;But I end up in defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times must you lift me up again&lt;br /&gt;How many times will I break your heart&lt;br /&gt;How many times must I say how many times&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you wept for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be here&lt;br /&gt;When I come crawling back&lt;br /&gt;To wipe away all the tears&lt;br /&gt;And forgive everything I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, O why?&lt;br /&gt;Do I forget&lt;br /&gt;The one that remembers me&lt;br /&gt;Why, O why?&lt;br /&gt;Do you forget&lt;br /&gt;All my iniquities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a man lost at sea, that sees the shores&lt;br /&gt;Just like an infant child, wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Just like as if, Ive never been here before&lt;br /&gt;Im running back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to be here&lt;br /&gt;When I come crawling back&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away everyone of those tears&lt;br /&gt;And forgive everything I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I dont know who I am anymore&lt;br /&gt;I need you to make that clear&lt;br /&gt;I come to you with these requests cos Im nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than a sinner, with his face flat on he floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I come to you, with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that nothing, would be good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;I come to you, with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that nothing, would be good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty is, nothing is the only thing thats good enough for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8322760164949022195?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8322760164949022195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8322760164949022195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8322760164949022195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8322760164949022195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-like-to-learn-hard-way.html' title='We like to learn the hard way'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-1221955883588317309</id><published>2008-07-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:00:02.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say It Out</title><content type='html'>I was always the boy who kept his mouth shut/ the one who liked to fade in the background/ the one that wasnt heard/ the soft and timid voice/ the one that prefered not to stand out/ and listened to the opinions of others, a bit too much. Well, you never know do you, how somethings don't stay the same, and changes drastically, with a little help of course. Now I stand, with the mike in my hand, still shivering a little, but every bit assured, and im thinking, 'Wow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Say It Out&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just frustrates me&lt;br /&gt;How my mouth just betrays me&lt;br /&gt;It betrays me, at the moment where it counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why the words stay put at the tip, of my lips&lt;br /&gt;Though its longing to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today im sick and tired of being silent&lt;br /&gt;Today, im sick and tired of being silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im gonna..&lt;br /&gt;Say It Out, Say It Out&lt;br /&gt;Cos I might never get another chance&lt;br /&gt;I might never get another chance to&lt;br /&gt;Say it Out, Say It Out&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never know how badly&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Say It Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;And today Ill lose consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Of the things that surround me&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't wanna live my life full of maybes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never know what your reaction might be&lt;br /&gt;If I never try..&lt;br /&gt;But Im terrified, I will not lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I think its time I break the silence&lt;br /&gt;Today I think its time i break the silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So Im gonna..&lt;br /&gt;Say It Out, Say It Out&lt;br /&gt;Cos I might never get another chance&lt;br /&gt;I might never get another chance to&lt;br /&gt;Say it Out...&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never know how badly&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Say It Out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How it amazes me, how He used this voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a timid attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To speak to the multitudes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It amazes me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turned it into something good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I have is gratitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That He'd use this timid voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To speak to you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, Im sick and tired of being silent&lt;br /&gt;Today, its about time I break the silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im gonna..&lt;br /&gt;Say It Out, Say It Out!&lt;br /&gt;(Cos salvations not meant to be kept inside)&lt;br /&gt;And I might never get another chance&lt;br /&gt;I might never get another chance to&lt;br /&gt;Say it Out!&lt;br /&gt;(For the sake of the one who gave me life)&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never know how badly&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Say It Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-1221955883588317309?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4483977026397248345</id><published>2008-07-11T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:00:20.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with the king (part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You said, I hate to do so but I must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove the consequence, but I cant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast forward to the time where you'll finally understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now, it just takes a little trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just takes a little trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a time, not so long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I was afraid to admt, I was on the wrong road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling short, in every single way that was possible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And its hard to believe, that not so long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grew sick of the blessings laid on my table&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And just like that, threw it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Threw it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Im sitting here in the silences&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asking myself again and again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I? Who am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I stand to testify, that I stand to testify&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I? Who am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I stand to testify, that I stand to testify&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember a time, not so long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you knocked on the door and asked to come in again'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I saw your face, so full of grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell to my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I begged, Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And You said, I hate to do so but I must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove the consequence, but I cant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But trust me that soon after you'll finally understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for now, would you take my hand again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you take my hand again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So Im here again, just like that day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down on my knees asking myself again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I? Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That I stand to testify, that I stand to testify&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That I stand to testify, that I stand to testify&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every heartache, I have to go through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know its for a bigger reason than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thank you, that you broke my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you needed to, when you needed me to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trusting in you, just trusting in you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep breaking my heart, keep breaking my heart for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just break my heart for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said, I hate to do so but I must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove this cup, but I cant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast forward to the time where theyll finally understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now, my hands are growing weak..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stand before a crowd watching me bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here I am, starring straight into your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you testify for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you testify for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4483977026397248345?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4483977026397248345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4483977026397248345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4483977026397248345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4483977026397248345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversations-with-king-part-ii.html' title='Conversations with the king (part II)'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6725902629782507101</id><published>2008-07-01T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:21:02.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful One</title><content type='html'>Here I come again, here before you&lt;br /&gt;With not so much to ask, just to thank you, to thank you&lt;br /&gt;If I had only you, it would be enough&lt;br /&gt;All that I could ask, and more than enough, more than enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I comprehend? The love you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand and it makes no sense how I am free&lt;br /&gt;And ill say, you are faithful, faithful one&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, faithful one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, and over and over&lt;br /&gt;Im hanging on the edge, holding desperate to your faithful love&lt;br /&gt;Set on eternity, my heart waits patiently&lt;br /&gt;For I know, salvation lives inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I comprehend? The love you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand and it makes no sense, at your expense&lt;br /&gt;You gave me new life, gave me all I need&lt;br /&gt;Gave me hope, you are faithful indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I say enough?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me... how can I say enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come again, kneeling at your feet&lt;br /&gt;Never lose your hold, never lose your hold on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I comprehend? The love you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand and it makes no sense how I am free&lt;br /&gt;And Ill say, you are faithful, faithful one&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, faithful one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I sing enough?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me...how can I sing enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6725902629782507101?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6725902629782507101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6725902629782507101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6725902629782507101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6725902629782507101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/07/faithful-one.html' title='Faithful One'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8374508556855663934</id><published>2008-05-30T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:54:33.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Help me Lord&lt;br /&gt;Im a sinner to the bone&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;And I will stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You search me&lt;br /&gt;For more than a melody&lt;br /&gt;For more than a ryhme&lt;br /&gt;For more than a tune, and I pray to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, the hand that touched my blinded eyes and made it see&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, the breath of life that breathed into my empty being&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, that everything I give You is what You've given me&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, that I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord if I forget You, let the music come to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I forget You, take this gift back from my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the applause, becomes my cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then let the new song come no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You're not in my voice, then let these words fall deaf to ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You're not in my heartbeat, then let it all cease right here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I can't take You with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then take me nowhere...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, the scars that paid the price for my broken life&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, the outstretched arms of grace that clothed me in embrace&lt;br /&gt;That I remember, that You spared my life, again and again and again&lt;br /&gt;That I rememeber, that I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I forget You, let the music come to an end&lt;br /&gt;If I forget You, take this gift back from my hands&lt;br /&gt;If the applause, becomes my cause&lt;br /&gt;Then let the new song come no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You're not in my voice, then let these words fall deaf to ear&lt;br /&gt;If You're not in my heartbeat, then let it all cease right here&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't take You with me&lt;br /&gt;Then take me nowhere...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord again I plead to You, please catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;And if your presence is not with me, then don't send me at all&lt;br /&gt;And let the fire burn no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I forget You, it'll be my very end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I forget You, it'll be my very end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me forget You Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't let me forget...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8374508556855663934?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8374508556855663934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8374508556855663934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8374508556855663934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8374508556855663934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-remembrance.html' title='In remembrance'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6900137092837158706</id><published>2008-05-24T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:09:33.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No one else to rely on&lt;br /&gt;No other option but to worship you&lt;br /&gt;Here in your dwelling..&lt;br /&gt;I'll let my words be few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fall, I fall...deeper&lt;br /&gt;I fall, I fall... deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos this love is unfailing, so its the love Ill fall into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in pretending&lt;br /&gt;I come before you baring all my sin&lt;br /&gt;Create in me a new heart&lt;br /&gt;And cleanse me from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fall, I fall, deeper&lt;br /&gt;I fall, I fall, deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only You can satisfy&lt;br /&gt;Only You can satify&lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Your love is unfailing, so its the love Im falling into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a glimpse of Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Will take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Give me grace, give me mercy&lt;br /&gt;So I can see another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6900137092837158706?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6900137092837158706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6900137092837158706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6900137092837158706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6900137092837158706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-fall.html' title='To Fall'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5462839614542620493</id><published>2008-05-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:40:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Wait</title><content type='html'>This song is inspired from the psalm, 130. When I read it I wanted to write a song on it, as it holds such a simple message with such honesty. The song also has hints of psalm 40, one of my favourite psalms, which carrys a simlar meaning to it. I like both these as they have notes of deep desperation and brokeness but at the same time, speak of grace and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my soul lies a memory, so clear in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Of the day it all began&lt;br /&gt;On the long dark road, in the middle of the miry ground&lt;br /&gt;It was there that I was found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see my transgressions&lt;br /&gt;In your light my darkness revealed&lt;br /&gt;And if your eyes saw me for the wretch I really am&lt;br /&gt;Where would I stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full Redemption&lt;br /&gt;Is this really full redemption?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really true, I get it in full&lt;br /&gt;Full Redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Unfailing&lt;br /&gt;Love Unfailing&lt;br /&gt;Is it for the taking, this love thats unfailing?&lt;br /&gt;Love Unfailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I wait for you, my soul waits&lt;br /&gt;More than watchmen wait for the morning&lt;br /&gt;My soul waits, o for you&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day, it all began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Full Redemption&lt;br /&gt;Is this really full redemption?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really true, I get it in full&lt;br /&gt;Full Redemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Unfailing&lt;br /&gt;Love Unfailing&lt;br /&gt;Is it for the taking, this love thats unfailing&lt;br /&gt;Love Unfailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the depths, I cry to you&lt;br /&gt;Hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;Dont delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am weak&lt;br /&gt;Here I am needing you&lt;br /&gt;Come quick to save&lt;br /&gt;Pave the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I wait, here I wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5462839614542620493?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5462839614542620493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=5462839614542620493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5462839614542620493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5462839614542620493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-i-wait.html' title='Here I Wait'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4353254887535804560</id><published>2008-04-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:35:46.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the long dark night</title><content type='html'>Just came back from hongkong. As beautiful a tourism spot, this streets once, and still is, a place of drugs and prostituition. On the back alleys, there is a hidden story.. of the very least of them. Repeated visits, unquenchable thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was priviledged to join my family to have a lunch meeting with pastor sam lye, of course I did little of the talking, only listening. Pastor sam is an ex drug addict, he used to be a gangster that tormented temple street. He even joined the police force and was corrupt as it could get. But God had a better planned, and I just stood amazed looking at how Jesus absolutely tranformed this man. Just hearing from him, I could see a true man of God. What an incredible story! Im starting on the book he handed to us, Miracles in the long dark night of Temple Street (english version), but im already so encouraged. When I reached back to the hotel, a simple chorus just resonated from within me "There is hope! There is hope for us. Praise God! We stand a chance. There is hope, in this hopelessness. There is hope in the name of JESUS." Yes indeed, it served as such a reminder, that no matter how bad the situation is, there is hope even for the most hopeless. Jesus Christ can break all barriers! There can be miracles when you believe- no mountain He cannot move it, no storm He cannot calm it, no problem He cannot solve it. Praise God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;This is for the young and old&lt;br /&gt;The desperate souls&lt;br /&gt;Passionate but our hearts have grown cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come here again&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;But still this thirst is unquenchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek pleasure, I seek wealth&lt;br /&gt;But tell me where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have is regrets&lt;br /&gt;In this emptiness, in this emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"I try...I try&lt;br /&gt;I try&lt;br /&gt;But I fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, I try...&lt;br /&gt;I try, I try...&lt;br /&gt;But I am but dust&lt;br /&gt;A sinner to the last"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the beggar on the streets&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sinful streets&lt;br /&gt;To the passer-bys who pass by aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the theif that takes&lt;br /&gt;From the filthy, the weak&lt;br /&gt;This is for the man that says 'you cant help me'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to the poor, to the sick&lt;br /&gt;To the man that stands, on the edge of the ledge&lt;br /&gt;To the rejected, the giving-up&lt;br /&gt;The addicted, the aching hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I try...I try&lt;br /&gt;I try&lt;br /&gt;But I fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try, I try...I try, I try&lt;br /&gt;But I am but dust&lt;br /&gt;A sinner to the last"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Just when you thought it was over........&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought you were done...&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;Hes coming closer&lt;br /&gt;HEs coming closer&lt;br /&gt;Closer&lt;br /&gt;Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is hope!&lt;br /&gt;There is hope for us&lt;br /&gt;Prasie God! There is hope for us&lt;br /&gt;There is hope!&lt;br /&gt;In this hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;There is hope in the name of JESUS&lt;br /&gt;There is hope in the name of JESUS&lt;br /&gt;There is hope because of JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4353254887535804560?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4353254887535804560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4353254887535804560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4353254887535804560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4353254887535804560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-long-dark-night.html' title='In the long dark night'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-9088072934107408854</id><published>2008-04-15T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:38:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traces of you</title><content type='html'>Lord, what would I do without you? I would be so fearful, and uncertain, for life is full of doubts, and uncertainty. What would I do if I didnt have you to rely on? You are the only hope, the one I cling on to desperately. Teach me, teach me how to trust in you, I cant do it on my own. For blessed are those who trust in you, O Lord God Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;V1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im closer to the edge now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im falling off the cracks of my sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These scars they do not heal so fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the pain is filling slowly to the brim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look up for an answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look down at my fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weight is getting stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my will begins to slowly disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when I am wounded, ill fight on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos when you were wounded, you fought on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my senses fail me, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my heart grows weak, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I walk through the battlefield, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust you, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;V2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promised me youll never leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promised you would stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So however far you may seem to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you are with me all the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos even the darkness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see traces of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These traces I will look to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll follow through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when I am weary, Ill hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos when you were weary, you held on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my foes they surround me, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the path ahead I cannot see, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of the raging seas, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trust you, I trust you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;V3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You turn my valley of tears, to a place of springs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My endless fears, to this song I sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some rely on their strentgh, but I rely on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put my hope in you, my only hope, my only hiding place, my only joy, my only love, my only everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, cos im falling, im falling down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, cos im falling, dont let me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont let me fall down, hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on, Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-9088072934107408854?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9088072934107408854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=9088072934107408854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9088072934107408854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9088072934107408854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/04/traces-of-you.html' title='Traces of you'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-9184640759123697632</id><published>2008-04-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:53:43.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One life, one chance</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sorry does'nt cut it enough&lt;br /&gt;I stand here helpless&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes helpless does'nt say it enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm running empty&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing left I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness that caught me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;The chance that Ive needed all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So give me some time, just give me some time&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (though I never can, and I never will)&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time, give me some time to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I've got one life left to try, I've got one life to make this up to you (though I never can, and I never will)&lt;br /&gt;So ill try with all my might, ill try my best,&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (though I never can, and I never will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v2&lt;br /&gt;Take me back&lt;br /&gt;To the place that I belong&lt;br /&gt;Take this reject&lt;br /&gt;To the place he rejected once&lt;br /&gt;Take me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;If im going there without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A price that I cannot afford to pay&lt;br /&gt;Yet the judge took my sentence all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So give me some time, just give me some time&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (though I never can, and I never will)&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time, give me some time to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I've got one life left to try, I've got one life to make this up to you (though I never can, and I never will)&lt;br /&gt;So ill try with all my might, ill try my best,&lt;br /&gt;To make it up to you (though I never can, and I never will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I will never meet the mark&lt;br /&gt;But would help me&lt;br /&gt;Help me take this spark&lt;br /&gt;And turn it into flames&lt;br /&gt;And turn it into flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me this chance, just give me this chance to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;Would you show me, show me, how to make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;Though I never can, and I never will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-9184640759123697632?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9184640759123697632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=9184640759123697632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9184640759123697632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9184640759123697632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-life-one-chance.html' title='One life, one chance'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4368239764713552565</id><published>2008-03-31T21:00:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:10:38.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WLFWF, TGBTG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/R_DppVF6ziI/AAAAAAAAABs/HD-ozl0ZnH8/s1600-h/full+band+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183900067349319202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/R_DppVF6ziI/AAAAAAAAABs/HD-ozl0ZnH8/s400/full+band+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I begin, where do I start? Of how God came through for us, making this event a complete success, to His glory. Amazing, truly amazing. I could go on and on, about everything that happened… But really, this event is for the giver, not for the blessings he has showered. If something is truly in line with God’s objective, won’t He want it to succeed even more than you yourself do? After all, He is the one that births a compassion for the lost inside us, He is the one that wants the people to come back to their first love. Again, I could go on and on. But lets just say…God is good and faithful! All the time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank everybody involved in the event. We had a great time! Was really super enjoyable experience. Hope to rock out again like this real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the lyrics of the songs sang during the main segment of the event.&lt;br /&gt;1. Prodigal&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;3. The Fathers Pain&lt;br /&gt;4. Redemption&lt;br /&gt;5. A quiet prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4368239764713552565?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4368239764713552565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4368239764713552565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4368239764713552565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4368239764713552565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/wlfwf-tgbtg.html' title='WLFWF, TGBTG!'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/R_DppVF6ziI/AAAAAAAAABs/HD-ozl0ZnH8/s72-c/full+band+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-723032190423801667</id><published>2008-03-31T21:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:34:04.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigal</title><content type='html'>This song came out from a time where I felt so unworthy of Gods forgiveness. I felt that I had hurt God over and over and could not comprehend how God accepts back again and again. I told everyone the song meant a lot to me cos my whole life, I was the prodigal son. Prodigal means wasting something given in abundance. I was blessed all my life, given beyond what any one could ask for. Yet I rejected it all, I was not even grateful for my parents God blessed me with who showered me with love. Therefore I was like the prodigal son, feeling so unworthy when I stood at redemptions doorstep. Not only was I accepted with wide open arms, I was crowned…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;Cast away, everything that is'nt you&lt;br /&gt;Break away, the selfishness&lt;br /&gt;Cos im sick and tired of running away&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Today I remeber your love for me&lt;br /&gt;But can I once again walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;If I could count the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Could it compare to how many times&lt;br /&gt;I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;But still here you are with open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold here I kept warm&lt;br /&gt;This was the place I found my strength&lt;br /&gt;Take cover&lt;br /&gt;In the shelter of your wings&lt;br /&gt;Here I find myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;Tear them down, all the pride deep within&lt;br /&gt;Demolish every barrier, that keeps me here from you&lt;br /&gt;Cos this sinning has'nt got me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;But spinning around in endless circles&lt;br /&gt;Today once again im turning back&lt;br /&gt;Today I decide im coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;If I could count the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Could it compare to how many times&lt;br /&gt;I broke your heart&lt;br /&gt;But still here you are with open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold here I kept warm&lt;br /&gt;This was the place I found my strength&lt;br /&gt;Im coming back&lt;br /&gt;Into the shelter of your wings&lt;br /&gt;Where I find myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;Is that you i see&lt;br /&gt;Staring back, staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Running fast, running fast to me&lt;br /&gt;Calling out, calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;Is that you I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption, knocking at my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;I lay me down&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna turn from you no more&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough, of what this worlds to offer&lt;br /&gt;Take me back&lt;br /&gt;To the place that I belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-723032190423801667?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/723032190423801667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=723032190423801667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/723032190423801667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/723032190423801667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/prodigal.html' title='Prodigal'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6751271727217452717</id><published>2008-03-31T21:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:27:31.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in Exchange</title><content type='html'>When you love someone, you wish that someone will feel the exact same way about you. And its not always the case. And love is when no matter what the person does to hurt you, you’re still gonna love the person the same. I wrote this song and sang this song on behalf of someone, someone who felt that exact same way about you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin, where do I even start?&lt;br /&gt;Of everything that keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;And I ask for nothing, but ill ask just this one thing..&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love you, and theres nothing you can do about that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say, nothing will outweigh&lt;br /&gt;Cos theres no price I would not pay.&lt;br /&gt;And I ask for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;You may never have heard of me&lt;br /&gt;I could just be a distant figure&lt;br /&gt;And you can hurt me over and over...&lt;br /&gt;But I will still love and care for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will still wait for you&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that youll love me back, and I hope that you love me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;If only you could realise, if only you could see&lt;br /&gt;My love is all that you need&lt;br /&gt;And this song will not be enough, cos words just are not enough&lt;br /&gt;To explain the depth of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is strong, stronger than youll ever know&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do, nothing you can say, would be able to repay&lt;br /&gt;And I give this love for..Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;(chrous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, I would be there for you&lt;br /&gt;And to the depths of the grave, I went there for you&lt;br /&gt;Come and take my hand, and your search will come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say, that I am the way&lt;br /&gt;When I speak the truth, that I am the truth&lt;br /&gt;And I have given you my life, cos I am the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the cost, I would do it again&lt;br /&gt;Cos when everything is lost, my love will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;You may not even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I might just be a distant figure&lt;br /&gt;And you might break my heart over and over..&lt;br /&gt;But unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Came down to die from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hope that youll love me back&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hope that youll love me back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6751271727217452717?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6751271727217452717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6751271727217452717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6751271727217452717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6751271727217452717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-in-exchange.html' title='Nothing in Exchange'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-1590644151859991235</id><published>2008-03-31T21:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:19:45.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Fathers Pain</title><content type='html'>What is emphasized here, is not the physical pain, but the emotional pain Jesus went through. Taking the sins, burdens, sicknesses and death upon himself. And He had to do it alone, even His father in heaven had to turn away from him. What agony, what agony. But there was no other way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1The darling of My kingdom, fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;With his hands tied up, spat on by the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Only to obey, to make his Father proud&lt;br /&gt;Against his own will, he said let your will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you knelt there and prayed&lt;br /&gt;The tears fell from your face&lt;br /&gt;Father take this cup from me, but only if You please&lt;br /&gt;But it breaks my heart to say&lt;br /&gt;That there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;To see my children once again, to see my children once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;No other way, I love them anyway&lt;br /&gt;My Son, dont cry&lt;br /&gt;Look to your crown, that awaits you here in heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I have to turn my back on you now, Im turning my back on you, my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;The blood you spill will bring them back to me&lt;br /&gt;The tears I spill, will wash them clean&lt;br /&gt;In your dying breath you shouted to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on them, for their sin is now on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna sayIs my son how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;But you knew this would come, I cant speak to you for now&lt;br /&gt;I hear you crying out&lt;br /&gt;Father why have you forsaken me?&lt;br /&gt;But this only ends when I say 'it is done'&lt;br /&gt;And I cant be with you for now, My son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;No other way, I love them anyway&lt;br /&gt;My Son, dont cry&lt;br /&gt;Look to your crown, that awaits you here in heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I have to turn my back on you now, Im turning my back on you , my child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-1590644151859991235?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1590644151859991235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=1590644151859991235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1590644151859991235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1590644151859991235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/fathers-pain.html' title='the Fathers Pain'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-741144043951438573</id><published>2008-03-31T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:10:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>What you heard was just the bridge of this song, but im gonna put the whole song up anyway. First the sinner ‘God if you hear my cry! Come help me, come save me…’ but at the end it was Jesus who was shouting ‘God, if you hear my cry! Help me, save me’ when he was on the cross. This signifies the transference of our sin and pain from ourselves to Jesus. The ultimate price was paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(V1) The sinner:&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I, who am I&lt;br /&gt;Is this all I’m meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;Fighting a war on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one hears my screams&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way is there a way?&lt;br /&gt;Some way out of this&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Come and rescue me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-chorus) The friend:&lt;br /&gt;"Listen my friend there’s a way out&lt;br /&gt;Look inside you and you’ll find that it’s real&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you have done does deserve this&lt;br /&gt;But He’s knocking, He’s knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let this moment just slip away&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the distance keep you from His face&lt;br /&gt;It’s only by love, it’s only by grace&lt;br /&gt;Listen my friend, don’t hesitate&lt;br /&gt;He’s wanting to hold you, if you just let Him reach&lt;br /&gt;He’s wanting to love you, it’s the way its always been&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time, now is the day&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let Him wait, Don’t let him wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(V2) Sinner:&lt;br /&gt;"But who am I, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Just a sinner in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to repay You?&lt;br /&gt;To make this life worth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend:&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness that’s beyond understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Face the unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Fall into the arms of the father&lt;br /&gt;Now He’s running, would you run?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge) Sinner:&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come rescue me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come take me away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away... Away…&lt;br /&gt;Let me soar with wings like eagles&lt;br /&gt;And rise above the sky&lt;br /&gt;Away… Away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come rescue me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come take me away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God speaks:&lt;br /&gt;Son I hear your cry&lt;br /&gt;I hear you, I always did&lt;br /&gt;Son it’s up to you&lt;br /&gt;To come home&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t you always known&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I care for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for you son&lt;br /&gt;To come home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-741144043951438573?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/741144043951438573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=741144043951438573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/741144043951438573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/741144043951438573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8630332270880776894</id><published>2008-03-31T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:05:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet prayer</title><content type='html'>This song comes deep from my heart. It’s an honest and real outcry, from a friend to another friend. The things of the world, pleasures and wealth gives you happiness that is temporary, but the joy of Jesus Christ is permanent, and will stay with you forever. I’ve rejected this love over and over, and once lived for no one but myself, leading a life without purpose. But there is no greater joy, then coming back to this love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;You live for no one but yourself&lt;br /&gt;You live for pleasures, you live for wealth&lt;br /&gt;But still you sit alone at night, and theres an emptiness inside&lt;br /&gt;And through the highs and lows of life&lt;br /&gt;You just watch this world fly by&lt;br /&gt;And as the seconds run away, I got to let you know today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For One so loved the world&lt;br /&gt;That He gave what He loved most&lt;br /&gt;So that whoever would believe&lt;br /&gt;Will have hope for eternal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So dont turn this offer down today&lt;br /&gt;Put down this barrier you create&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow, holds nothing? What if tommorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Cos still right here you wait&lt;br /&gt;In this emptyness you hate&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow never comes, Will it be too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;You say my burdens too hard to bare&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got something good to share&lt;br /&gt;Something Ive found, that turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment is meant for you&lt;br /&gt;This moment youve got to choose&lt;br /&gt;Dont wait another moment, for the moment wont wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sin filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;Til there was no life left in Him&lt;br /&gt;Though the blood soaked up his skin&lt;br /&gt;It was heart that broke deep within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Just so He could offer you today&lt;br /&gt;So my friend dont hesitate&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow, holds nothing?What of tommorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Still here today you wait&lt;br /&gt;Here in this emptyness you hate&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow, never comesWill it be too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you sit alone&lt;br /&gt;Listening closely to this song&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, your lifes about to change&lt;br /&gt;Dont say youre not good enough&lt;br /&gt;Cos He doesnt ask for much&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is say a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call on the name of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And today he'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;Quietly as you close your eyes now&lt;br /&gt;He will hear your plea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus...O Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life right now&lt;br /&gt;Take over, take over&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me of my shame&lt;br /&gt;And watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Help me make these wrongs right&lt;br /&gt;And in my life always be by my side..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8630332270880776894?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8630332270880776894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8630332270880776894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8630332270880776894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8630332270880776894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiet-prayer.html' title='A quiet prayer'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3656637451300860013</id><published>2008-03-16T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:25:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Last Friday Was For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/R903IeJcrPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Tz-Yf3ci4iQ/s1600-h/whatlastfridaywasfor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178355765217111282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/R903IeJcrPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Tz-Yf3ci4iQ/s400/whatlastfridaywasfor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is gonna be the first time i share my songs publicly on such a big scale. Through this event, me and my band is gonna share how the cross has changed us, through our music and through our lives. Its gonna be exciting! This is not a rehearsed preaching session, its REAL, neither is it a performance; it will not display the bands strength, but its weakness, its weakness without God and our relience on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To FCBC ppl:&lt;br /&gt;How timely everything is, the whole month of seeking God..what ideal preparation for this event. Keep us in prayer yea! Through this month, ive decided not only to abstain from lunch(i try..), com games and tv, but also, i am putting off writing music. Its time to focus on the giver of the songs and not the songs. Anyway,i ts only when the relationship is set right, where the songs can start to flow.. Lord, break us, break our hearts again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3656637451300860013?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3656637451300860013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3656637451300860013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3656637451300860013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3656637451300860013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-last-friday-was-for.html' title='What Last Friday Was For'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/R903IeJcrPI/AAAAAAAAABk/Tz-Yf3ci4iQ/s72-c/whatlastfridaywasfor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7491762252815733545</id><published>2008-02-18T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:12:08.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first love</title><content type='html'>Its great that pastor preached a message about Gods love for us the same week I wrote this song. Its time to fall in love with our first love once once again, the creator of love itself, the true love itself. Let it not be just for this season, that we take time to spend with our heavenly father. I miss you Lord, its been far too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;v1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Where it all began&lt;br /&gt;When I first took your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you sang to me that&lt;br /&gt;I was yours, all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me up to the stars&lt;br /&gt;To take a closer look&lt;br /&gt;To embrace the truth&lt;br /&gt;And ill understand, once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, it beats&lt;br /&gt;These lungs, they breath , breath&lt;br /&gt;This light, ignites just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are, the love that drives me on&lt;br /&gt;The fire that burns within&lt;br /&gt;The place where I begin&lt;br /&gt;My one and only everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;v2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Why I stand right here&lt;br /&gt;Cos its hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;This love comes for free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the answer why&lt;br /&gt;Why the sun chose to shine&lt;br /&gt;At a sky so grey&lt;br /&gt;The darkness fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heart, it beats, it beats&lt;br /&gt;These lungs, they breath , breath&lt;br /&gt;This light, ignites just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you are, the love that drives me on&lt;br /&gt;The fire that burns within&lt;br /&gt;The place where I begin&lt;br /&gt;My one and only everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be last place in your race&lt;br /&gt;Then be first place, away from your grace&lt;br /&gt;You gave me the right to fight&lt;br /&gt;To fight for all thats right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats right, is your love in me&lt;br /&gt;So shine bright, my love, for all to see&lt;br /&gt;Stay alive, flame stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7491762252815733545?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7491762252815733545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7491762252815733545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7491762252815733545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7491762252815733545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-love.html' title='The first love'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-1312890322268889255</id><published>2008-01-31T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:58:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break me</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;How many times I lift my voice to you&lt;br /&gt;How many times I say I will go for you&lt;br /&gt;But how many times O Lord, are they really true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if it isnt you, it isnt true&lt;br /&gt;And if indeed its me, then let me see&lt;br /&gt;That this was never how you meant this to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just using you to build my own success?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just pleasing you to please the eyes of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Would you break? Break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;Would you break? Break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Remind me who I am&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that its only by the blood of the lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other reason I can sing this&lt;br /&gt;No other reason I exist&lt;br /&gt;No other option but to give all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord you search my heart, the things I hide&lt;br /&gt;You see the wrongs, I have inside&lt;br /&gt;Nothing leaves your sight, o let your mercy override&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I have to prove, what I do for you&lt;br /&gt;Let me prove to you, and only you&lt;br /&gt;Cos everything I do, Lord you see right through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I help the lame to build my own good name?&lt;br /&gt;Lord are you my aim, or is this all for my own gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Would you break? Break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;Would you break? Break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Remind me who I am&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that its only by the blood of the lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other reason I can sing this&lt;br /&gt;No other reason I exist&lt;br /&gt;No other option but to give all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say 'take all of me', do I mean all of me, do I mean ALL of me?&lt;br /&gt;When I say 'only you', does it mean only you, or ME and you?&lt;br /&gt;O Lord this isnt right.. Would you make it right? Would you make it right?&lt;br /&gt;Help me do whats pleasing, whats pleasing in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling short over and over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-1312890322268889255?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1312890322268889255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=1312890322268889255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1312890322268889255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1312890322268889255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/01/break-me.html' title='Break me'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4249903771831948161</id><published>2008-01-14T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T15:56:00.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God be the solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Be the change you want to see in this world"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;How long, how long&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;v1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, how long will darkness prevail?&lt;br /&gt;Will we keep chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Will the good of man fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, how long, will the soldiers die?&lt;br /&gt;Another wink of the eye, another dagger flys by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, how long?&lt;br /&gt;Will we not find a cure, to this ache we endure&lt;br /&gt;When every child left unfed&lt;br /&gt;Is another sign our world hangs by a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prechorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will evil stand?&lt;br /&gt;Will the thorns fill the land&lt;br /&gt;Til the tears come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save us from the blood on our hands&lt;br /&gt;Save us from the pain we began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise, arise&lt;br /&gt;The people are weak&lt;br /&gt;The people are needy&lt;br /&gt;Lord arise, arise&lt;br /&gt;The people are longing, for Your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, how long will You hide Your face?&lt;br /&gt;Cos a glimpse of your face, will erase all the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch, of your finger tips&lt;br /&gt;Will make it all better&lt;br /&gt;O we cant hold on much longer, we cant hold on much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Prechorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will evil stand?&lt;br /&gt;Will the thorns fill the land&lt;br /&gt;Til the tears come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save us from the blood on our hands&lt;br /&gt;Save us from the pain we began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arise! Arise!&lt;br /&gt;The people are weak&lt;br /&gt;The people are needy&lt;br /&gt;Arise! Lord Arise!&lt;br /&gt;The people are longing, for Your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we need you now, we need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send your rain, send your rain, send your rain&lt;br /&gt;Send your rain, send your rain, send your rain&lt;br /&gt;O there is one thing, just one thing we desperately need&lt;br /&gt;Its You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need you now. We need you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4249903771831948161?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4249903771831948161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4249903771831948161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4249903771831948161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4249903771831948161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-be-solution.html' title='God be the solution'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6332600187749368669</id><published>2008-01-08T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:56:47.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here again at last</title><content type='html'>Ill bring you more than a song... for a song itself its not what you have desire. You search much deeper within then the way things appear, youre looking into my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesnt just want quiet time, he wants quality time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How have you been, how have you been?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you been waiting? Just for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To lay aside, everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That keeps my ears from hearing from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That keeps my eyes from gazing at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That keeps my lips from singing to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who am I, who am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you would seize all activity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to come down and sit here beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And listen to my every plea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for now all that surrounds will dimly fade..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to spend some time with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What could better then to spend some time with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This world can wait, just for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for awhile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos all I want is to spend some time with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been too long, too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How lovely it is, just to be here, just to be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it is, it can wait a little while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its only by grace, that I can be here face to face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you, I miss you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise you, I wont rush this through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what could be more important than you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever it is'nt enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is'nt enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is'nt enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to spend some time with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6332600187749368669?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6332600187749368669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6332600187749368669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6332600187749368669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6332600187749368669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/01/here-again-at-last.html' title='Here again at last'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-291187976693031488</id><published>2008-01-08T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:26:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I simply come...</title><content type='html'>This is an old post. But entering a year of rest and restoration, its appropriate. This year, lets come back to the heart of worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Today as I worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this time to mend your broken soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this time to spend with Me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put away distractions and the memories of a past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos here you are in my courts again at last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today cast away your every worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos right here in my presence you are free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here you stand redeemed, bought back by my mercy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its been far too long since I heard you say to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Father I know its by your grace im in this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And today everything thats of me will erase...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I worship You, nothing else matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I lift my voice, everything fades away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I close my eyes, the crowd around me disappears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos today its just me and You, and its all about You...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont care of the eyes that are watching me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos my eyes are fixed on You and You only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This moment reach inside into the depths of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take away everything that will keep us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I place aside my every crown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All success that Ive had I lay them down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos a heart that is broken, You will not despise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A heart thats true to worship, is pleasing in Your sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father I know its by Your grace im in this place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This day let me meet You face to face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I worship You, nothing else matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I lift my voice, everything fades away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I close my eyes, the crowd around me disappears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos today its just me and You, and its all about You..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-291187976693031488?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/291187976693031488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=291187976693031488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/291187976693031488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/291187976693031488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-simply-come.html' title='And I simply come...'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6567121105857149339</id><published>2008-01-04T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:18:31.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only by Grace..</title><content type='html'>Every human is unique. Each having different mindsets, attitudes, characters, perceptions, environments.. We create conflict, for we dont understand each other, we dont understand how another can think so differently from ourself. Thus we harbour much bitterness to each other, most of the time judging others for their wrong doings. But who are we judging? when were all sinners the same, and clinging to the grace of God. Who are we judging when we all fall short when we face the true judge Himself. Yes, we must correct the sin and the wrong in this world, but we must remember to condemm the sin and not the sinner.. Have you been in a situation where youve been completely wronged by someone, when you yourself did nothing wrong? Well its probably an incy bit (too small to describe) of what Jesus when through. Did NOTHING wrong, yet completely hated by the world he came to save.. It isnt easy, learning to love like He did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may not even seem right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didnt even put up a fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craziness it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But deep in me a memory...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of a man who did nothing but right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And still he did not put up a fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Im hoping you will see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im here to be your friend, not your enemy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I can sit here and judge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Condemm you of your wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But who am I to point a finger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the dept of my sin still lingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Ill take blow after blow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for the hope that you one day know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That youll turn around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And receive this grace that I found &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was about to strike back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When a voice it stopped me on my tracks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It said do you remember? Do you remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How you once bore a penalty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How undeservingly you were set free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How your chains were ridden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How your depts were forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I can sit here and judge&lt;br /&gt;Condemm you of your wrong&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to point a finger?&lt;br /&gt;When the dept of my sin still lingers&lt;br /&gt;And Ill take blow after blow&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hope that you one day know&lt;br /&gt;That youll turn around&lt;br /&gt;And receive this grace that I found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we don't know if its you or me to blame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But whose to say when were guilty all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It aint easy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving like He did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We strive in vein to see who gets more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my friend we're all sinners after all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It aint easy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving like He did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've struck my right now heres my left to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wish is that youll see right through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It aint easy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving like He did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6567121105857149339?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6567121105857149339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6567121105857149339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6567121105857149339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6567121105857149339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2008/01/only-by-grace.html' title='Only by Grace..'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6751423901700205109</id><published>2007-12-20T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:42:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll do this right this time</title><content type='html'>Heres another song for the season. It was inspired by a message by a very special pastor(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You werent invited&lt;br /&gt;If You werent invited&lt;br /&gt;If You received no invitation&lt;br /&gt;To your own celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no gift was for You&lt;br /&gt;If no gift was for You&lt;br /&gt;When all you did was give&lt;br /&gt;And got nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The season crys, for a reason to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Finding love, in a world full of hate&lt;br /&gt;So dont let Christmas fold, with its message untold&lt;br /&gt;Cos many need to know, many need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, help me tell Your story&lt;br /&gt;This day, that they may see Your glory&lt;br /&gt;Come to life, in me this Christmas story&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it right, we'll do it right this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we could be in Your shoes a little while...how would you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You werent invited&lt;br /&gt;If You werent invited&lt;br /&gt;If You received no invitation&lt;br /&gt;To your own celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if no gift was for You&lt;br /&gt;If no gift was for You&lt;br /&gt;When all you did was give&lt;br /&gt;And got nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do this right this time&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it right this time around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year&lt;br /&gt;Its all for You&lt;br /&gt;The world will hear&lt;br /&gt;Hear the good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas party&lt;br /&gt;Will not be left empty&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the sound?&lt;br /&gt;The angels they surround&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to see?&lt;br /&gt;Will you tremble in fear&lt;br /&gt;Cos the King is here&lt;br /&gt;The King is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fall...on your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6751423901700205109?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6751423901700205109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6751423901700205109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6751423901700205109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6751423901700205109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-do-this-right-this-time.html' title='We&apos;ll do this right this time'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3757847384090657097</id><published>2007-12-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:02:32.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time is here(:</title><content type='html'>Its my first Christmas song! Challenging, must say, considering the impact and atmosphere every carol creates, and the weight of the occasion. But was inspired to write a message about love, using the Christmas story. May not live up to every carol but hope the message gets accross. I know its early, but MERRY CHRISTMAS greetings to all. Isnt Chirstmas just great??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look around&lt;br /&gt;Everything that surrounds doesnt it make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Makes you never wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of only joy&lt;br /&gt;And sorrow cannot find its way&lt;br /&gt;Cos its Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;Yea its Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is everywhere, can you feel it in the air?&lt;br /&gt;Love is everwhere, can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special night, all that was wrong was turned to right&lt;br /&gt;What a precious sight, to see all darkness turn to light&lt;br /&gt;Love came, love came on Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;Love came, love came on Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the sound?&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas bells they ring&lt;br /&gt;And oh the happiness it brings&lt;br /&gt;Just makes you wanna sing&lt;br /&gt;And these words "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Is just the words I wanna to say to you&lt;br /&gt;And Ill say it again&lt;br /&gt;Say it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;This night, God makes a twist in the story&lt;br /&gt;Written for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Hope for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heaven sheds a tear&lt;br /&gt;As its darling falls to earthly ground&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen clear&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet you can hear a sound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son, sleep sound on that bed of hay&lt;br /&gt;My Son, do you know the price you'll pay&lt;br /&gt;My son, my son, do you know the price you'll pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love came, love came on Christmas night&lt;br /&gt;Love came, love came on Christmas night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3757847384090657097?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3757847384090657097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3757847384090657097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3757847384090657097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3757847384090657097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-time-is-here.html' title='Christmas Time is here(:'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-9007506686229146524</id><published>2007-12-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:00:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina Girl</title><content type='html'>This song i wrote is dedicated to my sis on her 21st bday. My sis is a talented singer and dancer, but in everything she does she does it to please her Father in heaven, and its not for self glorification. Thats something I admire about you sis(: The song is a song of grace, gratefulness, dedication and devotion. It is a conversation betweeen a daughter and her Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Would you dance your best for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you dance your best for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Ballerina Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little Ballerina Girl..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darling as you take the stage just remember My grace, my saving grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even as you dance away remember My love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know the crowd will roar and surely theyll adore you so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet just listen to the voice of the Father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let My applause be the one that matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance, dance, just for me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you dance your best for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you dance your best for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Ballerina Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little Ballerina Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save your best dance for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save your best dance for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little ballerina girl, My little Ballerina Girl.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Daddy as I take the stage ill remember the faith, you had in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And would you mind if I sing for you too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let this melody I bring be a sweet sweet sound, devoted to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I know Youre not concerned with the tune..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you want is a heart thats true to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me sing, sing, for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sing my best for You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O I will sing my best for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy do I make you proud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that matters is make You proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Best song is for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Best song is for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy do I make You proud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to make You proud.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So would You dance your best for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Little Ballerina Girl, Little Ballerina Girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-9007506686229146524?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9007506686229146524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=9007506686229146524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9007506686229146524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9007506686229146524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/12/ballerina-girl.html' title='Ballerina Girl'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-886224855450451777</id><published>2007-11-20T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:24:36.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving me</title><content type='html'>When you stretch your hand to touch a life, is your life not touched by it as well? When you walk the extra mile to help someone, are you being helped in the process as well? When God sends us to bless someone, I believe He is also sending that someone to bless you. Many have realised that being a blesser means being blessed as well. The bible says: &lt;em&gt;Refresh others, and you yourself will be refreshed&lt;/em&gt;.  What an absolutely true fact. I sometimes think, serving in a ministry is for THEIR sake, is for the purpose of helping THEM. But I realise, serving has saved me, has helped me so much, has given ME joy, everything i want to offer the ministry i receive it myself. What an honour what a blessing what a privilegde it is! Its a cycle, you love the lost with a love that only comes from God, and at the same time you receive Gods love through helping the lost. &lt;em&gt;Help me Lord, I am weak, help me want to serve you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I was under this impression&lt;br /&gt;That I was sent to you&lt;br /&gt;But now I see that you were sent to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming here, I feel so strongly for you&lt;br /&gt;a feeling so strong that does not come from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont receive this grace in vein&lt;br /&gt;I'll release you from this pain brought by these chains&lt;br /&gt;But finally, now I see&lt;br /&gt;That the one thats being saved is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I did this all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But its for something, bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;You see I thought I was helping you&lt;br /&gt;But really its you whos helping me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break away, from the things that get you by&lt;br /&gt;Come let me teach you, how to spread these broken wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But understand, that if I had not grabbed your hand&lt;br /&gt;I would have fallen off the edge on the other end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Know that these words I say is true&lt;br /&gt;You may not say, the same to me&lt;br /&gt;But I know that these words are said through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I did this all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;But its for something, bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;You see I thought I was helping you&lt;br /&gt;But really its you whos helping me&lt;br /&gt;And the smile on your face is everything I look forward to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day&lt;br /&gt;I got on this ship not knowing where it would take me&lt;br /&gt;Its been rough on the way&lt;br /&gt;But not one day I regret this journey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-886224855450451777?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/886224855450451777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=886224855450451777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/886224855450451777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/886224855450451777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/11/saving-me.html' title='Saving me'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-2221129195016040562</id><published>2007-11-13T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T11:28:46.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in Exchange</title><content type='html'>Quoting main character evaines words from the movie stardust; "Love is unconditional, uncontrollable, unbearable.. Its like my heart belongs to you, and ill give it to you, asking for nothing in exchange, only that you love me the same way" I have to agree her words, not only in the way mankind loves each other, but isnt it a good description of Gods love for us? Afterall, mankind can only love each other becos God loved in the first place, and all love comes from God afterall. But what love is more unconditional, more unbearable, more true than that of the Father in Heaven? Who came down to die, asking for nothing in exchange? even when we sin against Him over and over, even when we fall short of His grace, He still loves us all the same..for theres nothing we can exchange for his love, but all He ask is that we love Him back. Unending Love, Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin, where do I even start? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of everything that keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;And I ask for nothing, but ill ask just this one thing..&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I love you, and theres nothing you can do about that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can say, nothing will outweigh&lt;br /&gt;Cos theres no price I would not pay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can give me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;You may never have heard of me&lt;br /&gt;I could just be a distant figure&lt;br /&gt;And you can hurt me over and over...&lt;br /&gt;But I will still love and care for you&lt;br /&gt;And I will still wait for you&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that youll love me back, and I hope that you love me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could realise, if only you could recognise&lt;br /&gt;My love is all that you need&lt;br /&gt;And this song will not be enough, cos words just are not enough&lt;br /&gt;To explain the depth of my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is strong, stronger than youll ever know&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do or say, would be able to repay&lt;br /&gt;And I give this love for..Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;(chrous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anywhere you are, I would be there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to the depths of the grave, I went there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and take my hand, and your search will come to an end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say, that I am the way&lt;br /&gt;when I speak the truth, that I am the truth&lt;br /&gt;I have given you my life, cos I am the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the cost, I would do it again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos when everything is lost, my love will remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in exchange&lt;br /&gt;You may not even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I might just be a distant figure&lt;br /&gt;And you might break my heart over and over..&lt;br /&gt;But unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Came down to die from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hope that youll love me back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for the hope that youll love me back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2221129195016040562?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2221129195016040562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2221129195016040562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2221129195016040562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2221129195016040562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing-in-exchange.html' title='Nothing in Exchange'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5366971028181040309</id><published>2007-11-05T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:56:38.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one day spent with you</title><content type='html'>If I could count the stars in the sky, could it compare to the many times, I broke Your heart, but still here you are with open arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't keep running away from the best thing that happened to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont keep throwing away the greatest gift of all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;One day &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not see, what stares right at me back&lt;br /&gt;I think its about time, this faith gets back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I would rather sit as the doorkeeper of your house&lt;br /&gt;then dwell as a king elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;Each time as you come by youd look right down on me and smile&lt;br /&gt;and thats where ill be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was fine on my own, but without you I cant live&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was strong but now I know, that without you I cant live&lt;br /&gt;Cos bettter is one day spent with you, then a thousand spent without&lt;br /&gt;Better is one day spent with you, then a thousand spent without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brings me, back here, what brings me here at last&lt;br /&gt;Is the knowledge, is the fact, that without you I cant last&lt;br /&gt;Ive felt this, this feeling, I felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking when I walked right out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I would rather sit as the doorkeeper of your house&lt;br /&gt;Then dwell as a king elsewhere, then dwell as a king elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was fine on my own, but without you I cant live&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was strong but now I know, that without you I cant live&lt;br /&gt;Cos bettter is one day spent with you, then a thousand spent without&lt;br /&gt;Better is one day spent with you, then a thousand spent without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd thinks im out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;But everyday I find&lt;br /&gt;Im more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos these eyes, these eyes that were blind&lt;br /&gt;They now see only you&lt;br /&gt;They wont turn, turn from you anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5366971028181040309?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5366971028181040309/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-2665389099741866206</id><published>2007-10-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:22:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the King</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cos when the sun fades to black, there is no turning back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;v1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will my eyes see, when the curtain falls&lt;br /&gt;What will my ears hear, when the trumpet calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I hurting, whose heart am I breaking, who am I stealing from&lt;br /&gt;Who am I hating, who am I faking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos when the sun leaves the sky&lt;br /&gt;And ceases to shine again...&lt;br /&gt;The judge will make the call, the judge will make the call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He comes, the moutains break and the seas will rise from the sand&lt;br /&gt;Nations bow, creation confess The King has come again&lt;br /&gt;When He comes, this earth will fade and the world will come to an end&lt;br /&gt;So when He comes where will you stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything comes to nothing&lt;br /&gt;What have you got to loose, what have you got to proove?&lt;br /&gt;You dont wanna wait till time passes away to say&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I spend more time with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the best, beat the rest,&lt;br /&gt;What matters less? When the test is who youre fighting for, who youre fighting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When He comes, the moutains break and the seas will rise from the sand&lt;br /&gt;Nations bow, creation confess The King has come again&lt;br /&gt;When He comes, this earth will fade and the world will come to an end&lt;br /&gt;So when He comes where will you stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will You smile right back at me? Will you smile right back at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2665389099741866206?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2665389099741866206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2665389099741866206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2665389099741866206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2665389099741866206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/10/return-of-king.html' title='Return of the King'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8412577919358661760</id><published>2007-10-16T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:32:09.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes have looked in triumph</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Surely you will rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Vindicate me by your might&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will bring the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely you sustain me&lt;br /&gt;Youll bring me through the darkess night&lt;br /&gt;And as I thirst and when my soul runs dry&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you will surely get me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will come for me&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will lift me up&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will bring the joy&lt;br /&gt;Surely you will fill my cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some fight for glory, some fight for fame&lt;br /&gt;Some for honour, some fight for gain&lt;br /&gt;Some fight for the prize, but I fight for you&lt;br /&gt;I fight for you&lt;br /&gt;I fight for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fight for the prize, but my prize is you&lt;br /&gt;I fight for you, I fight for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8412577919358661760?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8412577919358661760/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-2313827114639736452</id><published>2007-10-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:37:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl is quiet&lt;br /&gt;She does not make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Got carried away one day when she went out to play&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the dark she lost her way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the little girl she isnt scared&lt;br /&gt;Though the light has left the sky&lt;br /&gt;She quietly awaits the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that things will be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos when she opened her eyes, she saw a face she recognised&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is here to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Daddy will hold me tight and he will keep me warm tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tears are wiped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is growing colder&lt;br /&gt;There are bruises on His side&lt;br /&gt;Yet he holds on to her with all his might&lt;br /&gt;And he tells her that things will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon a storm would break out&lt;br /&gt;But she knows that she is safe&lt;br /&gt;Kept ignorant to things that surround&lt;br /&gt;No need to fear cos daddy is around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;O when will daylight come again, cos I know that daddy is in pain&lt;br /&gt;Still yet he braves the heavy rain&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is weak and tired, but his hands will hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;They'll never let go of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy its alright, I know you cant hold on much longer.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy dont you cry, the night will soon be over..&lt;br /&gt;Daddy ill be fine, you can let go for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Ill try to be strong on my own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My child I cant let go, just be still and know&lt;br /&gt;Youll be safe at home tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;My child you dont understand, but your world depends on these very hands...&lt;br /&gt;The darkness soon will end"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2313827114639736452?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2313827114639736452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2313827114639736452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2313827114639736452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I got into the 5day work wk mind set..where friday is the best day and monday is the worst. Im sure its like that for most of us whether be it school, army or work. But this cant be right isnt it? God didnt create the monday blues its certainly not what He wants. We should constantly remind ourselves about how every breath is a gift from God and how we should rejoice in everything. Its a good practise to 'force' yourself to start the day by thanking God for as many things you can think of, it really works wonders, especially for days where you just cant get out of bed. Let the joy of the Lord be our strength and our delight in Him(: This is so not an emo song..haha&lt;br /&gt;Lord how can I keep from singing your praise? How can I ever say enough, of how amazing is Your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, and things dont look so bright&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning and feeling isnt right&lt;br /&gt;Then come friday night and things are on a high&lt;br /&gt;But in our heavy hearts still lingers sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not how You planned it&lt;br /&gt;This is not what You meant when You said&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice in Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday I wake is a testimony of grace&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I take is another miracle displayed&lt;br /&gt;O theres something beautiful about this gift of life&lt;br /&gt;Its something words and song cannot describe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so downcast O my soul?&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know that your God is in control&lt;br /&gt;And at the times where I just cant see the light&lt;br /&gt;I will trust in You O God, my joy and my delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna break the trend&lt;br /&gt;This vicious cycle has to end&lt;br /&gt;I will rejoice, rejoice in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday I wake is a testimony of grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every breath I take is another miracle displayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O theres something beautiful about this gift of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its something words and song cannot describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be glad, for Youve made made me glad&lt;br /&gt;And I will rejoice for everyday is a day You have prepared&lt;br /&gt;Your love, is all im ever gonna need&lt;br /&gt;And Your unending grace, O how can I not stand here amazed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-9101774543340691753?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9101774543340691753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=9101774543340691753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9101774543340691753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9101774543340691753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/10/gift-of-life.html' title='The Gift of Life'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-2802908375542387340</id><published>2007-09-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:25:23.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unreasonable trade</title><content type='html'>Remember, O Lord, your great mercy and love, for they are from of old. Remember not the sins of my youth and my rebellious ways; according to your love remember me, for you are good. Psalm 25:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see, can you see the irony?&lt;br /&gt;How my joy could arise from agony&lt;br /&gt;My penalty, erased from memory&lt;br /&gt;Undeservingly set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a prisoner released from all his crimes&lt;br /&gt;Like a melody to a broken ryhme&lt;br /&gt;Can you see, can you see?&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, please forget, my youthful ways, my sinful days&lt;br /&gt;But don't, don't forget, your grace your mercy, poured out for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intervention from above&lt;br /&gt;Found in this grace, lost in this love &lt;br /&gt;His precious blood, gave me a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do? But give it all back to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was come before the throne of grace&lt;br /&gt;And said Lord all this time, ive turned away&lt;br /&gt;And right away, You forgave&lt;br /&gt;There my life was saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i won't, won't forget, the tears the sweat, the blood You shed&lt;br /&gt;That helped, helped me forget, my shameful past, and all I did was ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O so worthy is the lamb, that stretched out His hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull of my chains, put it on His own&lt;br /&gt;I walked away free, while He died there alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to forget, my transgressions&lt;br /&gt;And I will remeber, my redemption&lt;br /&gt;That I can rejoice in Him, for I stand here redeemed&lt;br /&gt;Cleansed from within, cleansed off my sin&lt;br /&gt;Whose to say what I could have been&lt;br /&gt;O where do I begin...to give it all back to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2802908375542387340?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2802908375542387340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2802908375542387340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2802908375542387340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2802908375542387340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/09/unreasonable-trade.html' title='the unreasonable trade'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6922462551684483486</id><published>2007-09-16T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:27:06.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding You</title><content type='html'>In the times of trouble, has God temperarily abandoned us? Has He left you on your own awhile until He comes and blesses you again? No, if theres something that comforts me, its the knowledge that God is in the battle with me; through my struggles, when youre hurting, when youre prosecuted, when youre struck down, when youre alone and crying out...God is there...and He will never leave you nor forsake you. We feel that Hes far, but hes actually there with you, what we have to do, is &lt;em&gt;find Him&lt;/em&gt;. Have you found God in your battle? Its something really amazing... Claim His promise today: &lt;em&gt;You will seek Me and you will find me, if you seek me with all your heart&lt;/em&gt; (great verse! Jer 29:12-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord im drowning, please take my hand&lt;br /&gt;O Lord im hurting, help me stand&lt;br /&gt;I cant win this battle, but I know You can&lt;br /&gt;So in this darkness help me find You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breath now&lt;br /&gt;And I can hardly see now&lt;br /&gt;But a glimpse of You is what ill cling on to&lt;br /&gt;Cos O God I know You'll see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Shepards arms I will be&lt;br /&gt;Hes watching over me&lt;br /&gt;And in the dark He does not sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to the promise He gave&lt;br /&gt;The blood that He once shed&lt;br /&gt;His life revealed by death I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord You seem far away, but i know that Youre near&lt;br /&gt;It seems like Youre gone, but I know Youre right here&lt;br /&gt;The battle rages, but its nothing compared&lt;br /&gt;To the battle You fought just to spare&lt;br /&gt;My life, I have in You&lt;br /&gt;And Your rod, it comforts me..&lt;br /&gt;That even in the coldess of nights&lt;br /&gt;Lord I know Youre walking by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to me, all who are weary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who seek me, they will find me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6922462551684483486?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6922462551684483486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6922462551684483486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6922462551684483486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6922462551684483486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/09/finding-you.html' title='Finding You'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-130091347112563202</id><published>2007-09-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:56:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give</title><content type='html'>This song is a simple meditative piece sang to God. We far too many times fail to acknowledge God for everything He has given us, and not uncommon to find it unthinkable to be able to surrender everything to Him, giving your whole life to Him. But we fail to realize, everything is God-given, so what we surrender is His already, what we give is given to us at first from His hand. We often think giving to God will mean sacrificing relationships that mean so much to you, sacrificing happiness, but we yet again fail to realize that even how much good you get out of a friendship, how happy you are is determined by God as well. This has been a struggle for me..and im sure it is for many...to really say to God "Everything is Yours", but Lord who are we to say what is Yours?Who are we to give what is Yours to begin with?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to choose, how to live&lt;br /&gt;When all I have to loose, is what You give&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O take me to the first day, where I a sinner asked You to stay&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the first day, to remember the life You lay, down for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;So what can I give to You&lt;br /&gt;That is not what You gave, to me&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I give&lt;br /&gt;My life, my all, my everything&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ill give what that comes from Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Ill praise You with all I am&lt;br /&gt;For Lord, You are&lt;br /&gt;My life, my all, my everything&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;As I turn back the pages of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I see before me a story of grace&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So take me to the first day, where I asked You to forgive&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand forgiven, Lord for You my life Ill live&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;And God I wanna thank You, wanna thank you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For my salvation, for my redemption&lt;br /&gt;For who I am, for Your perfect plans...&lt;br /&gt;For my passions, for my direction&lt;br /&gt;For my family, your unending mercy...&lt;br /&gt;For the glory, for the pain&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I take, every move I make...&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;For the joy You gave so abundantly...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For Your love, I dont deserve&lt;br /&gt;For Your love, that gave me my purpose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-130091347112563202?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/130091347112563202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=130091347112563202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/130091347112563202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/130091347112563202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-give.html' title='I give'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6782592304158356216</id><published>2007-08-30T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:09:16.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stone of help</title><content type='html'>thank You for a new vision! This is why and what were here for, this is what we'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord...For God, He said "&lt;strong&gt;Let light shine out of darkess&lt;/strong&gt;", &lt;strong&gt;made his light shine in our hearts &lt;/strong&gt;to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ" 2cor4:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For He says,"In the time of favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation &lt;strong&gt;I helped you&lt;/strong&gt;"" 2cor6:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer saying, "&lt;strong&gt;Thus far has the Lord helped us&lt;/strong&gt;"" 1samuel7:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You said, "let my light shine in your hearts&lt;br /&gt;Do not receive my grace in vein, free them from their pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You said "In the day of your salvation&lt;br /&gt;You received my intervention, so will you release revelation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll place this stone between the lands&lt;br /&gt;I'll place this stone for all to see&lt;br /&gt;That Thus Far has the Lord Helped Me!&lt;br /&gt;And forevermore, forevermore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the light&lt;br /&gt;This is the light im shining&lt;br /&gt;You cant put it out&lt;br /&gt;For this light, is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the heart&lt;br /&gt;This is my heart that beats for You&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I gain&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging the God who reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, what you redeemed we will reclaim&lt;br /&gt;In Your mighty name, we'll seek and save what was lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, were gonna break the trend&lt;br /&gt;Were gonna make a stand, O Lord the victory is Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill raise this stone over the land&lt;br /&gt;Ill raise this stone for all to see&lt;br /&gt;That Thus far has the Lord helped me!&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, forever more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A greater blessing ahead of us&lt;br /&gt;A greater blessing than the past&lt;br /&gt;O thus far has the Lord helped us!&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, forever more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6782592304158356216?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6782592304158356216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6782592304158356216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6782592304158356216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6782592304158356216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/08/stone-of-help.html' title='the stone of help'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3083621821733259062</id><published>2007-08-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:42:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL-GOD</title><content type='html'>How much is too much to give You Lord? There is simply no answer to this question for nothing is ours to give anyway. Like David said in the bible "But who am I, that I should be able to give as generously as this? &lt;strong&gt;Everything comes from You, and we have given You only what comes from your hand&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, today I acknowledge You for everything; my life, my redemption, my family, my friends, my relationships, my school/work, my music, everything I hold dear, the things that matter so to me, EVERYTHING. For can I thank You enough?I think not. Can I speak of You too much? Absolutely not. God...It is ALL-YOU...my every single breath, it is only so cos You have given them to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good is going to happen, something good is in store...(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3083621821733259062?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3083621821733259062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3083621821733259062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3083621821733259062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3083621821733259062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-god_09.html' title='ALL-GOD'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6110698892023094717</id><published>2007-08-20T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:34:24.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When my eyes see only You</title><content type='html'>Title: Today as I worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Take this time to mend your broken soul&lt;br /&gt;Take this time to spend with Me alone&lt;br /&gt;Put away distractions and the memories of a past&lt;br /&gt;Cos here you are in my courts again at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today cast away all your worries&lt;br /&gt;Cos right here in my presence you are free&lt;br /&gt;Here you stand redeemed, bought back by my mercy&lt;br /&gt;But its been far too long since I heard you say to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father I know its by your grace im in this place&lt;br /&gt;And today everything thats of me will erase...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Today as I worship You, nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Today as I lift my voice, everything fades away&lt;br /&gt;Today as I close my eyes, the crowd around me disappears&lt;br /&gt;Cos today its just me and You, and its all about You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont care of the eyes that are watching me&lt;br /&gt;Cos my eyes are fixed on You and You only&lt;br /&gt;This moment reach inside into the depths of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And take away everything that will keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I place aside my every crown&lt;br /&gt;All success that Ive had I lay them down&lt;br /&gt;Cos a heart that is broken, You will not despise&lt;br /&gt;A heart thats true to worship, is pleasing in Your sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I know its by Your grace im in this place&lt;br /&gt;This day let me meet You face to face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I worship You, nothing else matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I lift my voice, everything fades away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today as I close my eyes, the crowd around me disappears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos today its just me and You, and its all about You..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6110698892023094717?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6110698892023094717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6110698892023094717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6110698892023094717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6110698892023094717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-my-eyes-see-only-you_777.html' title='When my eyes see only You'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6175734908191597614</id><published>2007-08-09T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:20:29.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little child confused by worldly ways&lt;br /&gt;Just a bitter soul, too bitter for your age&lt;br /&gt;Like a ripple you so easily drift away&lt;br /&gt;Yet still hopeful, youthful in your days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O forgive me, for looking down on you&lt;br /&gt;Cos youre closer to Him then I ever thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;Help me, help me see right through&lt;br /&gt;Let me dare to see and let my doubts be few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you questioned, for some direction&lt;br /&gt;In the only way you knew how to..&lt;br /&gt;When you asked me, what was salvation?&lt;br /&gt;I looked in awe, I stared into my reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew, If only you knew&lt;br /&gt;The depth, the depth of what it meant&lt;br /&gt;If only you could understand&lt;br /&gt;If only you could feel His hand&lt;br /&gt;Working through me&lt;br /&gt;Just reaching out to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O what a mystery, what a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How youre a stranger yet you mean so much to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How i need you to know Him desperately&lt;br /&gt;How I need you to see and to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you questioned, of contentment&lt;br /&gt;How this place could offer you satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;When I answered, I hoped you listened&lt;br /&gt;And took one step, a step closer to the kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everytime I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I picture you, youre by my side&lt;br /&gt;You lift your hand up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Singing 'Glory, Glory on high'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And evertime I visualize&lt;br /&gt;O how lovely, what a precious sight&lt;br /&gt;See you right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Singing 'Glory, Glory on high'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reprise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna, Hosanna in the Highest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6175734908191597614?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6175734908191597614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6175734908191597614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6175734908191597614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6175734908191597614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8974372175796246567</id><published>2007-08-09T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T13:02:57.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the date is right! FINALLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8974372175796246567?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8974372175796246567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8974372175796246567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8974372175796246567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8974372175796246567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/08/dates-are-right-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3092718420255353970</id><published>2007-08-09T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:31:50.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with the King</title><content type='html'>I wrote this quite some time ago, its a song that means a lot to me. The lyrics are simple, a conversation with my heavenly father. The song is very personal to me and never fails to move me each time i sing it to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the Heavens&lt;br /&gt;Right before your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son, I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;That I gave it all up&lt;br /&gt;Just so I could hold you once again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What grace could this be? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you really come and die for me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus, Papa&lt;br /&gt;Youre the best thing thats happened to me&lt;br /&gt;And im wondering, what it would have been&lt;br /&gt;What my life would be, without Your love&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father&lt;br /&gt;Set the stars in the universe&lt;br /&gt;Yet You bought me and gave my life worth&lt;br /&gt;The God of mercy, saved the day&lt;br /&gt;The God of grace, my life is grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, when You created it all&lt;br /&gt;Did you see it coming?&lt;br /&gt;Did you see your fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you glance&lt;br /&gt;Into the future&lt;br /&gt;Where we turned against you&lt;br /&gt;Where you paid it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grace could this be?&lt;br /&gt;Did you really come and die for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus, Papa&lt;br /&gt;Youre the best thing thats happened to me&lt;br /&gt;And im wondering, what it would have been&lt;br /&gt;What my life would be, without Your love&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father&lt;br /&gt;Set the stars in the universe&lt;br /&gt;Yet You bought me and gave my life worth&lt;br /&gt;The God of mercy, saved the day&lt;br /&gt;The God of grace, my life is grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Son, I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O how much you matter to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont need to question &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Love for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont need to fear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I am here..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3092718420255353970?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3092718420255353970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3092718420255353970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3092718420255353970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3092718420255353970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/08/conversations-with-king.html' title='Conversations with the King'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8373762108534207243</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:44:19.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the kids(:</title><content type='html'>ok this blog is getting a bit emo, time to lighthen things up! before it goes back to usual..hahaha. The 2 songs below are songs I wrote for a childrens album organized by youth-for-cause. At first i nvr thought i could write a kids song, but i thought itll be a gd way to touch their lives and at the same time raise child awareness. Well whether song will actually come out in the album i dont know! but here are the lyrics, n of cos theyre simple and kid friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy, keith. thx for helping me have faith in you. Youre closer to the kingdom than i think. I hope one day you will understand and know the through meaning of all this, and why we care so much for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8373762108534207243?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8373762108534207243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8373762108534207243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8373762108534207243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8373762108534207243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-kids.html' title='For the kids(:'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6149414579573232541</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T00:40:33.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am special</title><content type='html'>Verse1&lt;br /&gt;Bright morning star&lt;br /&gt;Can I be just like you are&lt;br /&gt;Shining above&lt;br /&gt;Comforting the ones we love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the voice inside my heart is telling me&lt;br /&gt;That To be just like you is more than just a possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Cos I am special&lt;br /&gt;I can make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Ill let the world know&lt;br /&gt;Ill make this dream my own&lt;br /&gt;I am a super, I’m a super hero&lt;br /&gt;A shining light Ill be&lt;br /&gt;For all to see&lt;br /&gt;In this dream I will believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse2&lt;br /&gt;Young, bold and strong&lt;br /&gt;Like arrows in the hands of a warrior&lt;br /&gt;Show them the way&lt;br /&gt;In speech, in life, in love, in faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the voice inside my heart is telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I am strong enough to make this dreams I have a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;I am special the way I am made&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to change who I am&lt;br /&gt;To shine brighter than the stars&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the stars&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the stars&lt;br /&gt;Brighter…brighter…brighter…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6149414579573232541?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6149414579573232541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6149414579573232541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6149414579573232541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6149414579573232541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-special.html' title='I am special'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-9178724335798558014</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:55:54.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls believe in me</title><content type='html'>This song is also written from a kids perspective. Every kid is so full of hope, so full of joy..theres so much potential in each one of them. Lets help them chase their dreams! lets help them be the best they can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: things that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Don’t look down on me cos I’m young&lt;br /&gt;For I’m full of life, and my journey’s just begun&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t wanna live my life just following the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I hold,&lt;br /&gt;Are these dreams, are these hopes&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t take them away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Do you see yourself in me?&lt;br /&gt;Please help me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos these are the things that matter&lt;br /&gt;These are the treasures of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everything I strive to be&lt;br /&gt;What the world cant take from me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna look back on this life and say&lt;br /&gt;Im proud I lived this way&lt;br /&gt;Was the best that I could be&lt;br /&gt;Every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are no limits to the things I can achieve&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am special, I can be a light for all to see&lt;br /&gt;But these hopes I have are things I cannot do without&lt;br /&gt;So please don’t put the fire out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t doubt my worth&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all I need is just a little love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me chase these dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Would you carry me, so I can touch the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Do you see the smile on my face?&lt;br /&gt;Its not something you can easily erase&lt;br /&gt;So believe in me, just have a little faith&lt;br /&gt;You can make a difference to my precious life today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-9178724335798558014?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/9178724335798558014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=9178724335798558014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9178724335798558014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/9178724335798558014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/pls-believe-in-me.html' title='Pls believe in me'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7085580772494025846</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:31:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>The killer of faith is lack of works. How very true. Sometimes we just need to take the first dive out into unknown waters...or we will never know will we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;If you do the things you have already done&lt;br /&gt;Youll see the same things, youll win the things you have already won&lt;br /&gt;Youll never know if you have not begun&lt;br /&gt;But the first plunge, is the deepest one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face, answer me&lt;br /&gt;Im haunted by what I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;The failure to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face, how to react&lt;br /&gt;Do I see the outstretched hand?&lt;br /&gt;That went before I went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;If we dont move were not gonna change the world (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have let a moment pass you by&lt;br /&gt;But He gives us second chances, its time to make this right&lt;br /&gt;So would you light the way&lt;br /&gt;The time is now, todays the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comtemplate, if this is real&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way I am to feel&lt;br /&gt;Is there something left concealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack your bags, lack of acts&lt;br /&gt;Cos I aint going down with this wreck&lt;br /&gt;And im jumping of the deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;If we dont move were not gonna change the world (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we dont cry out&lt;br /&gt;The rocks will cry out for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we dont move now&lt;br /&gt;Mountains will get up and walk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7085580772494025846?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7085580772494025846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7085580772494025846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7085580772494025846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7085580772494025846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/faith_04.html' title='faith'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4473304573339560466</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:32:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple love of God displayed in that helpless face&lt;br /&gt;And the tears that fell, they spoke too well, of Your endless grace&lt;br /&gt;In your weakness, I found strength, strength to run this race&lt;br /&gt;Through Your suffering and pain you made a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill proclaim of your salvation day after day&lt;br /&gt;Though a sinner, you took my shame away&lt;br /&gt;O the splendor, the majesty, the subject of my praise&lt;br /&gt;All glory to your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote these, all for You&lt;br /&gt;Cos youre the song I sing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And I stand in awe of You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I worship You&lt;br /&gt;With these words ill seal, my love&lt;br /&gt;In these letters to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And a dove will rise&lt;br /&gt;To the holy skies&lt;br /&gt;Receive, and let it be pleasing to Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The war you won on calvary was not for your own fame&lt;br /&gt;But for the lost that turned against You, still you did not hesitate&lt;br /&gt;And I song I know isnt much, but Lord fan it into flames&lt;br /&gt;My stregth, my joy, in this dwelling place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill sing, ill shout&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell the world of your glory&lt;br /&gt;As I stand in awe of You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I worship You&lt;br /&gt;With these words ill seal, my love&lt;br /&gt;In these letters to heaven&lt;br /&gt;And a dove will rise&lt;br /&gt;To the holy skies&lt;br /&gt;Receive, and let it be pleasing to Your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Outro&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too caught up in writing You, the perfect song&lt;br /&gt;But Lord all you see is my heart, youre not concerned with the tune&lt;br /&gt;"Dont get carried away my child, be still and know&lt;br /&gt;Let these letters be sincere, let it come from your soul&lt;br /&gt;And it will flow, it will flow, it will flow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4473304573339560466?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4473304573339560466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4473304573339560466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4473304573339560466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4473304573339560466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/letters-to-heaven.html' title='Letters to Heaven'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6298409835904504088</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:13:49.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is worship to me?</title><content type='html'>1 Chronicles 16: 8-36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we worship?&lt;br /&gt;-Make known among nations what He has done (v8)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Tell of His wonderful acts&lt;/strong&gt; (v9)&lt;br /&gt;-Rejoice (v10)&lt;br /&gt;-Seek His face (v11)&lt;br /&gt;-Remember the wonders He has done, His mirracles, His judgements (v12)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Proclaim His salvation day after day&lt;/strong&gt; (v23)&lt;br /&gt;-Declare His glory among nations (v24)&lt;br /&gt;-Ascribe to the Lord all glory and strength (v28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we worship the ONE we worship?&lt;br /&gt;-His judgements are n all the earth (v14)&lt;br /&gt;-He remembers his covenants forever (v15)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Great is He, most worthy of our praise&lt;/strong&gt; (v25)&lt;br /&gt;-He is feared above all gods (v25)&lt;br /&gt;-He made the heavens (v26)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;For He is good, his love endures forever&lt;/strong&gt; (v34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we worship?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Give thanks, call on His name&lt;/strong&gt; (v1)&lt;br /&gt;-Sing to Him, sing praise to Him (v2, v25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Bring an offering and come before Him&lt;/strong&gt; (v29)&lt;br /&gt;-Glory in His praise (v35)&lt;br /&gt;-Praise Him from everlasting to everlasting (v36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a psalm of thanks king david wrote to God. David really knew how to worship God, and I beleive the key was He had a close reltionship with God, he KNEW God well. I believe worship is personal, and is different for every individual relationship with God. So what is worship to me personally? I have highlighted the points above that I can relate to in my walk as a worshiper. Thats worship to me individually. Of cos I have to add another reason,and a very important reason that did not exist in Davids time, it is the &lt;em&gt;cross&lt;/em&gt;, and my redemption. The amazing grace of God, that I was lost and now found(: Above is a song I wrote on what worship is to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6298409835904504088?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6298409835904504088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6298409835904504088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6298409835904504088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6298409835904504088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-chronicles-16-8-36-why-do-we-worship.html' title='What is worship to me?'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6015385362660351538</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:34:05.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if I perish, I perish</title><content type='html'>Just a shy kid, unable to put my words together, but let me take that first step, that first plunge. See my heart and let this small faith translate to works. Do not let it be killed by memories. And Lord, if I perish, I perish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet, but a long and difficult process to sing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Will You take these plans of mine and let it slip from my hands&lt;br /&gt;Let it be in line with what you intend&lt;br /&gt;Let those who surround know the one I love, whom I adore&lt;br /&gt;Take this dreams and make them Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break my heart, break my soul&lt;br /&gt;Everything I cling, everything I hold&lt;br /&gt;Let my heart, beat like Yours&lt;br /&gt;And ill go ill run just for this cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;And if I perish, I perish&lt;br /&gt;For I know I was meant for a time such as this&lt;br /&gt;And if I perish, I perish&lt;br /&gt;Ill make this count, Ill give it all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Now I understand the significance of where I am&lt;br /&gt;The solution in the palm of my hands&lt;br /&gt;With what I hold I take this walk into the lions den&lt;br /&gt;So let this faithlessness reach its end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow the horn, tear them down&lt;br /&gt;Let the city walls crash to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Heavens gates, open wide&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of your servants cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;And if I perish, I perish&lt;br /&gt;For I know I was meant for a time such as this&lt;br /&gt;And if I perish, I perish&lt;br /&gt;Ill make this count, Ill give it all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;This enemy in front of me, is taunting me with a memory&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there for my retreat&lt;br /&gt;But unexpectedly I turn around and say confidently&lt;br /&gt;Youre the one that has to flee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Im here, moving on&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where im coming from&lt;br /&gt;So be gone, cos you know&lt;br /&gt;you know whom im fighting for&lt;div 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perish'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-349170677687587254</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T02:06:32.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live for no one but yourself&lt;br /&gt;You live for pleasures, you live for wealth&lt;br /&gt;But still you sit alone at night, considering giving up the fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the highs and lows of life&lt;br /&gt;You just watch this world fly by&lt;br /&gt;And as the seconds run away, I got to let you know today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For One so loved the world&lt;br /&gt;That He gave what He loved most&lt;br /&gt;So that whoever would believe&lt;br /&gt;Will not perish but have eternal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont turn this offer down today&lt;br /&gt;Put down this barrier you create&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow, holds nothing&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Cos still right here you wait&lt;br /&gt;In this emptyness you hate&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will it be too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say this burdens too hard to bare&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got something good to share&lt;br /&gt;Something Ive found, that turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment is meant for you&lt;br /&gt;This moment youve got to choose&lt;br /&gt;Dont wait another moment, for the moment wont wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sin filled to the brim&lt;br /&gt;Til there was no life left in Him&lt;br /&gt;Though the blood soaked up his skin&lt;br /&gt;It was heart that broke deep within&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so He could offer you today&lt;br /&gt;So my friend dont hesitate&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow, holds nothing&lt;br /&gt;What of tommorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;Still here today you wait&lt;br /&gt;Here in this emptyness you hate&lt;br /&gt;What if tommorrow, never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will it be too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here you sit alone&lt;br /&gt;Listening intently to this song&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, your lifes about to change&lt;br /&gt;You say youre not good enough&lt;br /&gt;But He doesnt ask for much&lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is say a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;Call upon the name of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And today he'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;Quietly as you close your eys&lt;br /&gt;He will hear your plea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus...O Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;Come into my life right now&lt;br /&gt;Take over, take over&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me of my shame&lt;br /&gt;And watch me rise again&lt;br /&gt;Help me make these wrongs right&lt;br /&gt;And through my life may I walk with You by my side..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-349170677687587254?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/349170677687587254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=349170677687587254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/349170677687587254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/349170677687587254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/simple-prayer.html' title='A simple prayer'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3384687801143828749</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:47:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winning Formula</title><content type='html'>'Running with the winners, read Hebrews 12' was written on his shirt when he crossed the finishing line. How true, how true. Indeed it is written there plainly for us, a winning formula. 3 steps to win in life-&lt;br /&gt;1.Throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles&lt;br /&gt;2.Run with perserverence, the race marked out for us&lt;br /&gt;3.(and most importantly) Fix your eyes on Jesus- and step 1 and 2 will be accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said then done of course. How will I run my race? How will i cross the finishing line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win, to win&lt;br /&gt;Its a common agenda&lt;br /&gt;A wildly used propaganda&lt;br /&gt;But does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I thought Id won, but still im miserable&lt;br /&gt;Its just so intangible&lt;br /&gt;I cant touch it, is this the way im suppose to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I realise, finally I see&lt;br /&gt;It was never really ever about me&lt;br /&gt;O God would You give it to me, the formula to be&lt;br /&gt;The answer the key to live this life victoriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw off, throw off everything that hinders&lt;br /&gt;To run this race marked out before us&lt;br /&gt;Break away the sin that easily entangles&lt;br /&gt;Perservere cos Youve gone before me&lt;br /&gt;Endured the shame, laid down Your glory&lt;br /&gt;So ill fix my eyes on the cross&lt;br /&gt;Yea our fix my eyes on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, that I am greatly blessed&lt;br /&gt;Underserving, none the less&lt;br /&gt;Ill live my life for You and no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of witnesses here to guide the path&lt;br /&gt;So ill give this everything I have&lt;br /&gt;To be a light for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I realise, finally I see&lt;br /&gt;This world is just a passage way for me&lt;br /&gt;Because of You, I am free&lt;br /&gt;So let me be of You, and not of me&lt;br /&gt;For the glory set before me just like You ill strive to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill throw off, throw off everything that hinders&lt;br /&gt;To run this race marked out before us&lt;br /&gt;Break away the sin that easily entangles&lt;br /&gt;Perservere cos Youve gone before me&lt;br /&gt;Endured the shame, laid down Your glory&lt;br /&gt;So ill fix my eyes on cross&lt;br /&gt;Yea our fix my eyes on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always thankful to God&lt;br /&gt;For the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;For my success, for my setbacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a blessing to all&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know You took the fall&lt;br /&gt;So ill answer to Your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day ill look back and say&lt;br /&gt;I ran this race for You&lt;br /&gt;I did my best to please You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro:&lt;br /&gt;So ill fix my eyes on You, ill fix my eyes on You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3384687801143828749?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3384687801143828749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3384687801143828749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3384687801143828749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3384687801143828749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/winning-formula.html' title='A Winning Formula'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4583739176389786372</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:45:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All You ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Can you look around tonight&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the crying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Crying out to nothing there&lt;br /&gt;Screaming to the open air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my shallow eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear the children cry&lt;br /&gt;Will my shallow heart now feel&lt;br /&gt;How you felt when you left the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was there&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you move&lt;br /&gt;Will I not move the way you told me to?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be bold enough&lt;br /&gt;To live my life&lt;br /&gt;The way you did before you gave your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you ask of me, was remember them&lt;br /&gt;Was that what you were thinking of, when the nails pierced your hands&lt;br /&gt;You felt all their pain, only you understand&lt;br /&gt;Will I turn my back on them, never again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I hear the old man weap&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to make his keep&lt;br /&gt;Or am I too proud a man&lt;br /&gt;Just to spare an outstretched hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I at least say a prayer?&lt;br /&gt;Will my tears reach them there?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Can I go just like you went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was there&lt;br /&gt;If I saw you move&lt;br /&gt;Will I not move the way you told me to?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be bold enough&lt;br /&gt;To live my life&lt;br /&gt;The way you did before you gave your life&lt;br /&gt;If my victory's, on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Will I not give it all to serve the ones who hide&lt;br /&gt;Can I run this race, can i fight this fight&lt;br /&gt;In the darkess of nights, I will be their light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was in it for You, what did you stand to gain&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for all the pain, a lamb that was slain&lt;br /&gt;You lay down your pride, you laid down your fame&lt;br /&gt;To be poor like the least of them, can I do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again, will their cries for help stay there&lt;br /&gt;No longer will this be, just another prayer&lt;br /&gt;So Ill walk this way of life, this burden I will bare&lt;br /&gt;For I know it isnt fair, it isnt fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4583739176389786372?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-255756685793314011</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:28:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know His power, in quietness and trust</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we can preach our whole lives about You, but do we really know You?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can sing our whole lives about You, but do we really know You?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can teach the children, how to live their lives for Jesus, but do you really know You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jason Upton (Not alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is common between David, Daniel and Moses in the bible. One shepard boy defeated a giant with a single pebble, one patient servant awaited calm and still in a den of roaring lions, one ordinary man led a whole nation out of their slavery to the promise land. How did they do it? Simply because they KNEW the God they worshipped, they KNEW His power, and therefoe they trusted and went forth. Do we really KNOW who is the great God we sing about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song title: The Great I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can preach our lives, all about Him&lt;br /&gt;But one phone call comes and we lose everything we believe in&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we tell the children, Hes a God who heals&lt;br /&gt;But when the sickness comes desperation is all that we feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we say to Goliath&lt;br /&gt;You come to me&lt;br /&gt;With your arms that kill&lt;br /&gt;With your weapons of steel...&lt;br /&gt;But I come to you!&lt;br /&gt;In the the name of the LIVING GOD&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees&lt;br /&gt;You have defied the army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;One stone is all it took&lt;br /&gt;One stone and the ground it shook&lt;br /&gt;With one single toss cos he knew who his God was&lt;br /&gt;All he did was what he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel in the lions den&lt;br /&gt;Awaited His mighty hand&lt;br /&gt;To shut the mouths of the hungry beasts&lt;br /&gt;Cos he knew,  The Great I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we tell the world, our God reigns&lt;br /&gt;But when the storm comes, we give up, we get consumed in our pain&lt;br /&gt;Can we really say to the mountain, move aside&lt;br /&gt;Cos in your heart you know the God in whom you abide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say to the red sea&lt;br /&gt;Youre not too big for me&lt;br /&gt;Say to Pharaoh&lt;br /&gt;Let my people go...&lt;br /&gt;Cos I come to you!&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the LIVING GOD&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And set my people free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;And ill lead them to the promise land&lt;br /&gt;Even though im just an ordinary man&lt;br /&gt;Slavery be gone cos of to whom they belong&lt;br /&gt;The people of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saul was a wicked man&lt;br /&gt;But he was meant for a better plan&lt;br /&gt;So he suffered a cause cos he knew who his God was&lt;br /&gt;The Great I AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rock, my strength&lt;br /&gt;My only fortress&lt;br /&gt;My one deliverer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shield and the horn of my salvation&lt;br /&gt;In whom I take my refuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one stronghold, my saviour king&lt;br /&gt;You turn my darkness into light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-255756685793314011?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/255756685793314011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=255756685793314011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/255756685793314011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/255756685793314011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/know-his-power-in-quietness-and-trust.html' title='Know His power, in quietness and trust'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-7169856527105439490</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:40:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperStar</title><content type='html'>Where do we find our worth? Theres always someone better, someone smarter, someone stronger, and the list goes on. In conclusion, there is no where on &lt;em&gt;earth&lt;/em&gt; we can find our worth, in a literal sense. We all strive to be that &lt;em&gt;superstar&lt;/em&gt;, to stand out, failing to realise the mere beauty of our existense. We are His &lt;em&gt;proudest creation&lt;/em&gt;, made in His liking. We already are &lt;em&gt;valuable&lt;/em&gt; from the point of the birth, already a star. So shine on(: not for the glory of ones self but for our creator. For that is the only way we can shine, through the very source of light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just like the stars in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;My child you shine so brightly in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;How could you doubt my creation&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you look down on your formation"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cos before I gave this earth life&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of you, your face was on my mind&lt;br /&gt;That precious smile, the twinkle in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Just as I planned, they look so much like mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Special boy, special girl&lt;br /&gt;Why do you do this to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know, how much you make me glad&lt;br /&gt;And im proud to be your dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious boy, precious girl&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see how much youre worth?&lt;br /&gt;Just think, you must have been worth somthing big&lt;br /&gt;Cos i would'nt come and die just for nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you see the beauty of the sunrise?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel the coolness of the night?&lt;br /&gt;But the purpose of these I was creating&lt;br /&gt;Was for you, for you in the making"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cos long ago, I had a dream of you&lt;br /&gt;You were more beautiful than the stars and the moon&lt;br /&gt;Then you were made fearfully, wonderfully&lt;br /&gt;So as Ive dreamed for you, would you now dream for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Special boy, special girl&lt;br /&gt;Wipe those tears of your face&lt;br /&gt;Cos I paid for you with the fullness of my grace&lt;br /&gt;Just so you could feel again the warmth of my embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious boy, precious girl&lt;br /&gt;Plaeas dont change the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see? youre so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see, cant you see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Child, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Child, do you know how much I care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Child, dont listen to them&lt;br /&gt;Child, I hope you know that ill always be here&lt;br /&gt;You are special in my eyes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-7169856527105439490?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/7169856527105439490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=7169856527105439490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7169856527105439490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/7169856527105439490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/superstar.html' title='SuperStar'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4384178967041865104</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:33:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of love</title><content type='html'>Hold me close&lt;br /&gt;How lovely is your touch&lt;br /&gt;Never lose your hold&lt;br /&gt;this is all i ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos im in a place ive never been before&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;But draw me deeper in this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me down, keep me away from the surface&lt;br /&gt;Of your river of love&lt;br /&gt;Bring me deep, bring me closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dwelling place Ill be&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna wait another day, outside the door&lt;br /&gt;Out of the presence of your love&lt;br /&gt;Let it flow, let this fragrence rise to you&lt;br /&gt;The smell is just so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me, draw me deep&lt;br /&gt;Cos in this love I do believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun when all is grey&lt;br /&gt;So let my eyes see only you&lt;br /&gt;Even when theres so much in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos through the mighty storm this love remains strong&lt;br /&gt;This love will follow through&lt;br /&gt;This love endures it all, and I know that it is true&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me a moment without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it pour, let it pour, let it pour&lt;br /&gt;Let my cup overflow&lt;br /&gt;Let it pour, let it pour&lt;br /&gt;Til my cup overflows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will soar, I will soar, I will soar&lt;br /&gt;Let these wings of love unfold&lt;br /&gt;I will wait, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Cos in the quietness I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dwelling place Ill be&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna wait another day, outside the door&lt;br /&gt;Out of the presence of your love&lt;br /&gt;Let it flow, let this fragrence rise to you&lt;br /&gt;The smell is just so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me, draw me deep&lt;br /&gt;Cos in this love I do believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4384178967041865104?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8702331823974824494</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:47:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fathers pain</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden i was promted to write a song about this. I know i can never really put to words the pain the son, and the father went through, but this really gives me a clearer picture, of the agony, the ultimate sacrifice that had to be made. The song is Gods point of view of the cruxifiction. When His one and only son lay dead in His arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darling of My kingdom, fell to the ground&lt;br /&gt;With his hands tied up, spat on by the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Only to obey, to make his Father proud&lt;br /&gt;Against his own will, he said let your will be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you knelt there and prayed&lt;br /&gt;The tears fell from your face&lt;br /&gt;Father take this cup from me, but only if You please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it breaks my heart to say&lt;br /&gt;That there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;To see my children once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;No other way, I love them anyway&lt;br /&gt;My Son, dont cry&lt;br /&gt;Look to your crown, that awaits you here in heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I have to turn my back on you now, Im turning my back on you for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;The blood you spill will bring them back to me&lt;br /&gt;The tears I spill, will wash them clean&lt;br /&gt;In your dying breath you shouted to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on them, for their sin is now on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Is my son how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;But you knew this would come, I cant speak to you for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you crying out&lt;br /&gt;Father why have you forsaken me&lt;br /&gt;But this only ends when I say 'it is done'&lt;br /&gt;And I cant be with you for now, My son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;No other way, I love them anyway&lt;br /&gt;My Son, dont cry&lt;br /&gt;Look to your crown, that awaits you here in heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I have to turn my back on you now, Im turning my back on you for now&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If u have yet to experience the Fathers Love, let me introduce you to this man I sing about, a man that gave His life for you, His name is Jesus, and all you need to do to accept him as your saviour is to ask. and let me make it clear that He did not remain dead, he rose up victorious! and we praise a living God (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8702331823974824494?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8702331823974824494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8702331823974824494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8702331823974824494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8702331823974824494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/fathers-pain.html' title='The Fathers pain'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-1863658586545199838</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:00:55.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember them</title><content type='html'>Serving the poor and needy is not a service or a ministry, it is a way of life. Who else demonstrated that better, then Jesus himself. He came to this world to be poor,to be made in human likeness, placing aside all the riches and glory in heaven, and finally became obedient to death on the cross. &lt;em&gt;Can we really see the lost in your eyes Lord? Let me ache everytime I see the kids who are hurting, help me understand their pain.&lt;/em&gt; I know i never will, but Lord display your love for them in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?' When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and cloth you? When did we see you sick or in prson and go visit you?' The king will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did it for me'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-1863658586545199838?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/1863658586545199838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=1863658586545199838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1863658586545199838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/1863658586545199838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/remember-them.html' title='Remember them'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3206918556795903891</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:58:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The desperate call</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Verse1 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember me, would you remember me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember them, as I have remembered them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, you look out for a hero&lt;br /&gt;But all you see is pain, all you see is hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do I even understand, your pain&lt;br /&gt;You're drowning, struggling as hard as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say maybe this is all im meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You say why do you even care&lt;br /&gt;I dont see a better life in front of me&lt;br /&gt;So to dream I would not dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone save the day&lt;br /&gt;Would someone make a way&lt;br /&gt;Would someone save a prayer, for me (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verse2 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes to see, the hearts that are aching&lt;br /&gt;Rekindle the spark, and break me once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos i could easily have been in their place, not for your grace&lt;br /&gt;So in me display Your love for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children, remind me to have faith for you&lt;br /&gt;Would you remind me why He did it all&lt;br /&gt;Cos sometimes it hard reaching out to you&lt;br /&gt;So remind me of your desperate call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would someone save the day&lt;br /&gt;Would someone make a way&lt;br /&gt;Would someone save a prayer, for me (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reach out, dont hold back&lt;br /&gt;Cos a hero once came to save the day&lt;br /&gt;Reach out, dont be afraid&lt;br /&gt;This hero can take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I came, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And humbled down myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And became obedient to death &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All for you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So quench My thirst &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And feed Me when im hungry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos whatever you did for the least of them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You did for Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God will save the day&lt;br /&gt;My God will make a way&lt;br /&gt;My God will hear my prayer for you (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3206918556795903891?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3206918556795903891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3206918556795903891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3206918556795903891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3206918556795903891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/desperate-call.html' title='The desperate call'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-2765710732500322884</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:35:01.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigal</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How many times, have i broken Your heart, but still you forgave, if only i ask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast away, everything that is'nt you&lt;br /&gt;Break away, the selfishness&lt;br /&gt;Cos im sick and tired of running away&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;Today i remeber your love for me&lt;br /&gt;But can i once again walk through that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could count the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Could it compare to how many times&lt;br /&gt;Your heart broke&lt;br /&gt;But still here you are with open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold here i kept warm&lt;br /&gt;This was the place i found my strength&lt;br /&gt;Take cover&lt;br /&gt;In the shelter of your wings&lt;br /&gt;Here i find myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear them down, all the pride deep within&lt;br /&gt;Demolish every barrier, that keeps me here from you&lt;br /&gt;Cos this sinning has'nt got me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;But spinning around in endless circles&lt;br /&gt;Today once again im turning back&lt;br /&gt;Today I decide im coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could count the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Could it compare to how many times&lt;br /&gt;Your heart broke&lt;br /&gt;But still here you are with open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world is cold here i kept warm&lt;br /&gt;This was the place i found my strength&lt;br /&gt;Take cover&lt;br /&gt;In the shelter of your wings&lt;br /&gt;Here i find myself again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;Is that you i see&lt;br /&gt;Calling out&lt;br /&gt;Running fast to me (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redemption, knocking at my doorstep&lt;br /&gt;I lay me down&lt;br /&gt;I aint gonna turn from you no more&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough, of what this worlds to offer&lt;br /&gt;Take me back&lt;br /&gt;To the place that I belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-2765710732500322884?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/2765710732500322884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=2765710732500322884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2765710732500322884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/2765710732500322884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/prodigal.html' title='Prodigal'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8630247465505261678</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:31:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A journey back (updated)</title><content type='html'>V1&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day You came&lt;br /&gt;The veil is thorn, i can speak to God again&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you came and died&lt;br /&gt;A world so lost, now has hope again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me back&lt;br /&gt;two thousand years&lt;br /&gt;To stand at the feet...where the blood dripped&lt;br /&gt;So take me to&lt;br /&gt;Gethsemane&lt;br /&gt;where You knelt and prayed, to wipe the tears of Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who is this man?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what has He done&lt;br /&gt;To deserve such a death&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;that a man who knew no sin&lt;br /&gt;Is hanging on that cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And i know who nailed Your hands, It was me&lt;br /&gt;And i know who gave those scars on Your back, It was me&lt;br /&gt;And i know who had forsaken You, It was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know who You were thinking off... It was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;I can see the path You walked&lt;br /&gt;I can see the ones You created, striking You down&lt;br /&gt;O when i sin against You Lord&lt;br /&gt;does the thorns grow deeper, do the scars not heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to be the one&lt;br /&gt;I deserve this all&lt;br /&gt;Is there any greater love?&lt;br /&gt;that the one who takes my place&lt;br /&gt;Is hanging on that cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;And i know who nailed Your hands, It was me&lt;br /&gt;And i know who gave those scars on Your back, It was me&lt;br /&gt;And i know who had forsaken You, It was me&lt;br /&gt;And i know who led You there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who broke Your heart, it was me&lt;br /&gt;I know who placed that crown on Your head, it was me&lt;br /&gt;I know who should have been in your place, it was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i know why you did it all... It was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who is that man&lt;br /&gt;that man hanging on the cross&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what has he done?&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be the one&lt;br /&gt;yet im the one who held his hand&lt;br /&gt;and nailed it to the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood dripped away&lt;br /&gt;The blood on my hands&lt;br /&gt;What have i done?&lt;br /&gt;This blood healed my sins&lt;br /&gt;This blood paid the price&lt;br /&gt;It carried all my shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me back&lt;br /&gt;to that day&lt;br /&gt;O that precious day, that this sacrifice was made&lt;br /&gt;Take me to&lt;br /&gt;The nail scared hands&lt;br /&gt;where You stood and wept, I was there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8630247465505261678?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8630247465505261678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8630247465505261678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8630247465505261678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8630247465505261678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/journey-back-updated.html' title='A journey back (updated)'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-5576556986669544594</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:35:55.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>This title of this song is "Redemption". It is a three way conversation by a sinner, a friend, and finally God. And if you look even closer, its a 4 way conversation(do u see Jesus in the story?)The story of the prodigal son is indeed amazing. It leaves me speechless. Once i was like the prodigal son but God accepted me,ran to embrace me. &lt;em&gt;Now if only my friend, you could come back to the father as well. Yes its only by love, dont let Him wait for you any longer..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(V1) The sinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Who am I, who am I&lt;br /&gt;Is this all I’m meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Fighting a war on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Yet no one hears my screams&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way is there a way?&lt;br /&gt;Some way out of this&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody out there?&lt;br /&gt;Come and rescue me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-chorus) The friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Listen my friend there’s a way out&lt;br /&gt;Look inside you and you’ll find that it’s real&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you have done does deserve this&lt;br /&gt;But He’s knocking, He’s knocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don’t let this moment just slip away&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the distance keep you from His face&lt;br /&gt;It’s only by love, it’s only by grace&lt;br /&gt;Listen my friend, don’t hesitate&lt;br /&gt;He’s wanting to hold you, if you just let Him reach&lt;br /&gt;He’s wanting to love you, it’s the way its always been&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time, now is the day&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let Him wait, Don’t let him wait"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(V2) Sinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"But who am I, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Just a sinner in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;What must I do to repay You?&lt;br /&gt;To make this life worth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Forgiveness that’s beyond understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Face the unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;Fall into the arms of the father&lt;br /&gt;Now He’s running, would you run?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge) Sinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come rescue me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;come take me away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away... Away…&lt;br /&gt;And I will soar with wings like eagles&lt;br /&gt;And rise above the sky&lt;br /&gt;Away… Away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come rescue me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come help me, come save me&lt;br /&gt;God if you hear my cry, come take me away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God speaks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Son I hear your cry&lt;br /&gt;I hear you, I always did&lt;br /&gt;Son it’s up to you&lt;br /&gt;To come home&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t you always known&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I care for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for you son&lt;br /&gt;To come home... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Im glad to have had the opportunity to share this song my network's good friday event. Thank You Lord, for the lives that were saved on that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-5576556986669544594?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/5576556986669544594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=5576556986669544594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5576556986669544594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/5576556986669544594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-3296029356246333940</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:22:39.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cocoon, a struggle, a butterfly</title><content type='html'>In lifes struggles, listen not to the deceipful voices of the world, but listen to that one voice of Truth. Going through tough times will build us, but isnt it great to know that our heavenly father is always there to comfort us?and He always chooses the right moment to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come to me, all who are weary, and I will give you rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Here in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im frightened of, what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;Where am i supposed to be, and where should I go&lt;br /&gt;Am i strong enough, to face tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;When friends are not enough, to whom do I hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen...to the voice of truth&lt;br /&gt;Hold still now, Hes calling out to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My precious child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill never leave you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont forsake you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here in my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ill carry you though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youre safe here now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch me if I fall, I know you've walked the path before me&lt;br /&gt;Show me your ways, and never leave my side&lt;br /&gt;Carry me on you wings, Ill hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go, I need you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son listen, this is for your glory&lt;br /&gt;Just listen, this is because I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My child&lt;br /&gt;My precious child&lt;br /&gt;Ill never leave you&lt;br /&gt;I wont forsake you&lt;br /&gt;Come rest&lt;br /&gt;Here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Ill carry you though&lt;br /&gt;Youre safe here now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-3296029356246333940?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/3296029356246333940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=3296029356246333940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3296029356246333940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/3296029356246333940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-lifes-struggles-listen-not-to.html' title='a cocoon, a struggle, a butterfly'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8060206376217801840</id><published>2007-04-17T14:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:35:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Church on FIRE</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we under estimate the importance of the church. We fail to realise that the church is the BRIDE of CHRIST. And when we do things as one, as a corperate body, there is power! I dont know what ill do without my church and spiritual family. And its not a sunday thing, its a daily thing. Lord, SET YOUR CHURCH ABLAZE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is the first corperate song ive written, all the others are from a personal individual perspective kind of view. Ironically, this was the first tune that ever entered my mind. It came even before i wanted to write songs. Its kind of a upbeat-fast-rock song, unlike me. Well the lyrics nvr came until now haha. But i believe this is a powerful declration of a church that is hungry for revival, hungry for God! I hope one day it can be sang in my church FCBC(: Use it for your glory God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: A Church on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Lord/ come and join us this morning/ come and join us this night/ and fill our hearts with fire/&lt;br /&gt;Lord/ we hunger for the passion/ the passion to know you more/ the passion for revival/&lt;br /&gt;Lord/ You have chose us to be/ fulfillers of Your purpose/ in this generation/&lt;br /&gt;We humbly come before You now/ do as You please/ and we will be a testimony/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Church rise up as He rises upon you&lt;br /&gt;Let His glory be seen in all&lt;br /&gt;Nations will come to your light&lt;br /&gt;And kings will come to the brightness of Your dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;LORD SET YOUR CHURCH ABLAZE!!!&lt;br /&gt;In our midst today&lt;br /&gt;Lord we want the FIRE back&lt;br /&gt;In our Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Lord we wanna see a change&lt;br /&gt;in our lives today&lt;br /&gt;And one day we'll see all heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT your praise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Lord/ we wanna see Your kingdom come/ let Your will be done/ reveal to us Your power/&lt;br /&gt;Lord/ open up the heavens/ burn within us now/ so we can serve the nations/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Chorus 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Chruch your gates will always be open&lt;br /&gt;They will ever be shut&lt;br /&gt;Opressors will bow before you&lt;br /&gt;And you will be called the city of the LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chrous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we will shout Your praise O God&lt;br /&gt;Lord, we will shout Your praise O God&lt;br /&gt;And every tongue confess You are God&lt;br /&gt;And every knee will bow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we will bind up the broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;And we'll set the captives free&lt;br /&gt;The prisoners released from darkness&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll SHOUT in VICTORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8060206376217801840?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8060206376217801840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8060206376217801840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8060206376217801840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8060206376217801840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/04/church-on-fire.html' title='A Church on FIRE'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-8668808523999909246</id><published>2007-04-17T14:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:21:02.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the light that shines when all else fades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and God will be your glory. Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the Lord will be your everlasting light..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 60:19-20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the verse behind the song. When i face the troubles of this world, i take out my guitar and sing this song i wrote to God. The lyrics speak to me strongly&lt;br /&gt;Title: Everlasting light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the darkness&lt;br /&gt;all my eyes can see is You&lt;br /&gt;You're my refuge, You're my strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the troubles and chaos&lt;br /&gt;who can i turn to Lord but you?&lt;br /&gt;You're my comfort, my shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans may part, and mountains may fall&lt;br /&gt;but my GOD will make a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chorus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will no more be your light by day&lt;br /&gt;nor the moon your light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;for the LORD our GOD is your everlasting light&lt;br /&gt;Your sun will no more set again&lt;br /&gt;and your moon will wane no more&lt;br /&gt;for the LORD our GOD is your everlasting light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From heaven above You came&lt;br /&gt;into this world of sin, You died&lt;br /&gt;all for us, all for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the blind can see&lt;br /&gt;and now the lame they leap like deer&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope, You're the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles they come, but to the mighty storm I'll say&lt;br /&gt;my GOD will make a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Through the valley of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Through the forest and the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;through the trails and tribulations&lt;br /&gt;Lord light up my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the powers and principalities&lt;br /&gt;To the fortress of my enemies&lt;br /&gt;To the strongholds I'll proclaim&lt;br /&gt;My God will light up my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I face the world and all it's lies&lt;br /&gt;When I can't see beyond my earthly eyes&lt;br /&gt;When Im lost and afriad&lt;br /&gt;Lord come and light up my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-8668808523999909246?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/8668808523999909246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=8668808523999909246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8668808523999909246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/8668808523999909246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/04/light-that-shines-when-all-else-fades.html' title='the light that shines when all else fades!'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-4438233971418403164</id><published>2007-04-17T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:14:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I took your advice(: enjoy!</title><content type='html'>I wrote these songs for my dad and mom for both their 50th birthdays last year. It was well appreciated by them which made me glad cos all I wanted was to appreciate them. I won’t say much cos the song lyrics say it all. Dad and mom, this is for you. I know there was once I was ungrateful, not realizing what a blessing you are in my life, still I knew you would do anything for me. Well God did not let me stay that way! Thank you for everything, you have left the biggest two footprints in my life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you dad, for inspiring me always, thank you for challenging me to be more then what I thought I could be. You’re the star of my life!&lt;br /&gt;Title: My Rolemodel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v1)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you of a man of faith,&lt;br /&gt;A man I look up to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed, it’s by God’s grace&lt;br /&gt;He’s the greatest blessing in my life&lt;br /&gt;I get a small glimpse of the Father’s love&lt;br /&gt;From above, here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank the Lord for all He’s done, and the joy that we’ve been through…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;to deserve all of this…&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give my praise&lt;br /&gt;to the One who gave&lt;br /&gt;the One who blessed me with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night I look upon the stars…&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever become half the man you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;A father to many, a busy man…&lt;br /&gt;yet I know for sure that every time I call, there you’ll be...&lt;br /&gt;And though I’ve heard over many times&lt;br /&gt;It makes me glad every time you say&lt;br /&gt;‘Son, I love you…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many times I’ve saddened you, but Dad we’ve made it through…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;What have I done&lt;br /&gt;to deserve all of this…&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give my praise&lt;br /&gt;to the One who gave&lt;br /&gt;the One who blessed me with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night I look upon the stars…&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever become half the man you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Son, I love you’&lt;br /&gt;‘Son, I believe in you’&lt;br /&gt;‘Son, do you know how much I care?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Son, don’t listen to them’&lt;br /&gt;‘I hope you know that I’ll always be here’&lt;br /&gt;‘You are special in my eyes’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad can’t you see? How much you mean to me. Do you realize everything you are in my life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-4438233971418403164?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/4438233971418403164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=4438233971418403164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4438233971418403164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/4438233971418403164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-took-your-advice-enjoy.html' title='I took your advice(: enjoy!'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2151792071962718785.post-6480511862443030220</id><published>2007-04-17T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:13:22.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guiding me back always</title><content type='html'>This is for my precious mom, on her 50th birthday. No word can describe your guidance and your impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Title: My mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v1)&lt;br /&gt;It’s the time in your life when you feel you’re getting older&lt;br /&gt;And you ask yourself have you got any colder&lt;br /&gt;It’s the time in your life where you ask yourself, have I made an impact here…&lt;br /&gt;on this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you’ve made an impact on this world its plain to see&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you mama that you’ve made an impact, especially on me&lt;br /&gt;And words cannot express how much I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;How I need you here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I love you, and I need you so&lt;br /&gt;The many times you’ve sacrificed, just to save me from this world&lt;br /&gt;Mama I love you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;And it’s because of you I’m who I am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v2)&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize how blessed I was before&lt;br /&gt;To have a role model in a dad and in a mom, a spiritual mentor&lt;br /&gt;How could I not have seen how much I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;How I need you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I was lost and afraid, so far from God&lt;br /&gt;But mom you were always there to pick me up, and guide me back to Him&lt;br /&gt;And if I wrote a book on everything that you’ve taught me it’ll be worth&lt;br /&gt;More than a hundred thousand pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I love you, and I need you so&lt;br /&gt;The many times you’ve sacrificed, just to save me from this world&lt;br /&gt;Mama I love you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;And it’s because of you I’m who I am today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bridge)&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why, I can face this life&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why, I am stronger&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why, I can pick myself up when I fall&lt;br /&gt;It’s because of you in my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/RiZCteKd3nI/AAAAAAAAABc/-XlnAqdIfIk/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054800980728471154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/RiZCteKd3nI/AAAAAAAAABc/-XlnAqdIfIk/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mentor and my role model, aint they sweet?(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2151792071962718785-6480511862443030220?l=stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/feeds/6480511862443030220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2151792071962718785&amp;postID=6480511862443030220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6480511862443030220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2151792071962718785/posts/default/6480511862443030220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuff-tt-matter.blogspot.com/2007/04/guiding-me-back-always.html' title='guiding me back always'/><author><name>benseow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290820218784693873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZbYvxBJBrIw/RiZCteKd3nI/AAAAAAAAABc/-XlnAqdIfIk/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
