Category: Poems

Praise be to God, who is 

Good and upright,

Therefore, thank God for 

Instructing me in His way,

Building me in what is right,

Teaching me His way.

I proclaim:

I fear God and keep the demands of God’s covenant.

I am humble to walk in all the loving and faithful ways chosen for me.

I will spend my days in prosperity and my descendants will inherit the land.

My eyes are ever on Father God,

Trust God alone to release me from the snare.

Thank Father God, who confides in me and makes His covenant known to me.

I have a pure heart and spirit of integrity and mind of righteousness of Jesus, 

Which protects me from evil.

I am redeemed and guarded,

By almighty God father, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.

I hope in God alone.

In Jesus Christ’s name. Amen.

When I cut the boiled eggs with plastic knife,

A thought comes to me.

I used to be soft like eggs,

Being cut easily by the harsh words like knife,

As I grow stronger in Jesus Christ,

My temperament becomes like an apple,

Not that easily hurt any more,

When sensing the oppression coming,

I pause and cry out to Him for help.

As I grow stronger again,

My spirit and mind become tougher like pumpkin,

This time I make the coming sword of lies,

Like the rock breaks the plastic knife,

I know God has prepared me to win,

Over the fragile foes.

A thought comes to me,

Which is a joyful thing,

No need to prove myself to the world,

Just know my thought inspired by the Creator is present,

Which has proved His life in me.

I still have dreams,

Of writing touching stories and cheerful notes,

For bringing people to Jesus in their life journey.

God is preparing me,

Giving me opportunities.

So I will continue to be me,

Imaging freely and sharing that vision in passion,

That’s the divine path He charts for me.

生活中體會寫作題材，

藉寫作咀嚼生活。

五時通信給我這個觸發的媒介，我衷心感謝神，

要我slow down，冷靜

享受祂給我的生命與生活

不是工廠生產線地忙碌製造，

也不是長繭無感、憤世疾俗放棄人生。

紀錄心中的點滴，

在乎主耶穌怎麼想怎麼做，

這是成熟的聖徒奔跑的joyful highway.

I spin with His provided thread,

I plod under His moving shuttle,

With various colors of His grace,

Even in dark moment of black,

He sometimes intertwines with hope of golden thread.

I may not see His whole design now,

But I know He has rescued me from,

The wicked by His truth of sword,

Cut off any tangles of sins and evil.

May I spin His divine blessings,

Cheerfully, carefully, prayerfully

And store up wealth for my kids and many in heavenly dem

Until I wake up from sleep 

I will be satisfied with seeing His face of glory.

(Psalm 17: 13-15)

The note I keep searching

The key God is playing,

I couldn’t hear clearly 

In the noisy worldly being.

But when I confess what He says:

“I am keeping you as the apple of my eyes,

I am hiding you in the shadow of my wings.”

The right key resonates in my heart,

As He sings that beautiful tune to my ears,

I know I hear the melody He plays in me.

(Psalm 17:8, 9)

Many unknown enemies chased after me,

Who ran all the way across the ocean to the Big Apple City.

I thought I escaped from the past,

But my wounded heart still haunted me,

Too dark and empty and devastated,

Darkness almost engulfed me.

Until the song I heard in the church balcony,

“How great is Thy faithfulness”,

So off the heavy stone in my heart was dropped,

A new path was opened for me.

I moved to the Midwest, where the colorful summer meets the black-and-white winter.

Welcomed by the first Thanksgiving,

Which becomes my most favorite holiday in this new territory.

The host prepared the big turkey,

So big the leftover was stored in the pot outside on the porch as the natural fridge.

The sweet pumpkin pie was the dessert,

Reminding me of the children’s book, Enemy Pie, I read to the students in my classroom.

The pie was made by a wise father,

Not to poison his son’s enemy,

But to invite him over to taste the sweet friendship.

As I ate more of the sweet pie of heavenly,

Discovering the enemy was the pessimistic shadow following me,

Which made me grumpy, angry, and complaining…

Through many many friends God brought to my life,

Again and again I taste the sweet fruit of their lives,

Which makes me renewed, warm, and gratifying…

No more enemies.

Gloomy, cloudy, depressing,

Grumpy, misty, dreary.

Raining,

Raining hard,

Raining storm,

I hide, trembling.

After the night of waiting,

A blue sunny sky greets me.

Awake, my soul.

Raining storm didn’t kill the tree,

But strengthening its roots to flourish.

Fresh, clear, uplifting,

Renewed, warm, gratifying.

Raining,

Raining melody,

Raining blessing,

I embrace my destiny, joyfully.

小小的夢想，

是主種在我心中的種子，

不知不覺，

落到對的溫度和土壤，

發芽了！

小小的欣喜，

是主澆灌在我心中的雨水，

不大不小，

滋潤正在萌芽的夢想，

長成看得見的小苗了！

小小的壓力，

是主放在我心中的石頭，

不重不輕，

鍛鍊我信靠天父的心，

往下紮的根長粗了！

小小的鼓勵，

是主親吻我焦慮的露水

不多不少，

浸潤乾渴疲乏的靈

綠葉伸展向上了！

小小的疾風，

是主堅固我徬徨的提醒，

不強不弱，

警惕我相信祂應許，

枝幹挺拔堅固了！

小小的踐踏，

是主容許臨到我的羞辱，

不好不壞，

提醒我謙卑學主憐憫罪人，

花朵開得更燦爛了！

小小的積累，

是主耐心地栽培我的生命，

不疾不徐，

陪伴我連於祂而長進，

熟成的果子何等甘甜！