God

When I fall, God’s hands are below to catch me,
Even if I fall off the highest peaks, He is there to catch me,
He will save me from drowning even in the deepest waters,
He is whom I can trust in and I know my trust in Him never withers.

When I take the furthest leap, it is a leap of faith,
God gives me wood to build my bridge and He steadies it forth,
He welcomes me with open arms at the other end,
He takes me in His arms and says “Trust in the Lord.”

When I am laid to rest, God’s hand holds mine tight,
He takes me home to His kingdom with a light shining so bright,
Just like He had promised his sons and daughters before,
He says to me, “Welcome home my dear daughter.”



Gabrielle Jee

Just a sheer mask

I thought I could hold the hurt in,
I thought I could put mask over,
Hold everything in,
Pretend to live my perfect life,
Till this day I still have,
Wounds that never healed,
Scars that remain etched,
Memories that could bring tears,
I learnt not to trust too much,
Maybe it’s the right thing to do?
Or maybe I’m just afraid of being hurt?
Maybe it’s betrayal I’m afraid of?
Sometimes I face disappointment
When I put too much hope in someone,
When failure seeks,
I feel the walls around me crumble,
Sometimes I would see myself,
Standing laughing in a crowd,
Other times I would see myself,
Standing alone and crying,
Do you see that girl there?
Is all you see a happy face?
Do you see the scarred insides?
Have you ever searched for it?
I feel it all and every single cut,
It hurts, it bleeds and it never fully heals,
I keep it all and never speak of it,
Words cannot express the pain I felt,
Tell me to forget it,
Tell me one ear in one ear out,
Tell me see and forget,
Easy for you to say,
But is it so hard for you,
Just to say three simple words,
That I wish to hear,
“I am sorry”
Everything just crumbles upon,
Buried under a pile of rubble,
There lies my scars,
Above, it’s just a sheer mask…



Gabrielle Jee

Read only if you have time for God

Read only if you have time for God

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom.

I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.

God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...

I don't have time for this... And ... this is really inappropriate during work.

Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is exactly what has caused lot of the problems in our world today.

We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning...

Maybe, Sunday night...

And, the unlikely event of a midweek service.

We do like to have Him around during sickness...

And, of course, at funerals.

However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play...

Because that's the part of our lives we think we can, and should, handle on our own.

May God forgive me for ever thinking...

That there is a time or place where...

HE is not to be FIRST in my life.

We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us.

If you aren't ashamed to do this...

Please follow the directions.

Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Not ashamed?

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!!

Yes, I do Love God.

HE is my source of existence and Savior.

He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, He strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)

This is the simplest test.

If You Love God ... and, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things He has done for you...

Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!

I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him?

THE POEM

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work for bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,

And jumped up off my knees.

My Christian duty was now done.

My soul could rest at ease.

All day long I had no time

To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends,

They'd laugh at me I'd fear.

No time, no time, too much to do,

That was my constant cry.

No time to give to souls in need ...

But, at last, the time, the time to die.

I went before the Lord. I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life.

God looked into his book and said

"Your name I cannot find

I once was going to write it down ...

But never found the time."

Now do you have the time to pass it on?

Make sure that you scroll through to the end.

Easy vs. Hard

Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie?


Why are we so sleepy in church but right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?

Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff?

Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one?

Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?

Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger?

Do you give up? Think about it. Are you going to forward this or delete it?

Just remember - God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one!

Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you...

That's all you have to do...

There is nothing attached...

This is so powerful...

Do not stop the wheel, please...

Of all the free gifts we may receive, prayer is the very best one...

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards ...GOD BLESS!

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will ... This message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it?

Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me.

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book,
they will be blessed by God in a way special for them.

And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that
indeed it was sent out to many more

New Begining

I believe every mistake I made,
Deserves a second chance,
A whole new start for changing,
A day where it’s a new beginning,
I learn to spread my wings,
Body and soul leaves the grounds,
Taking flight into the skies,
Leaving everything behind,
I seek for redemption,
Transformation beyond imagination,
Seeking for salvation,
I find it true in the Lord,
The day started changing,
First day of my new beginning,
A chance to walk a new road,
To live in the right lead,
In front of me was a light so bright,
Leading me through the night,
Guiding me all the way,
As I walked down my life’s road,
Below me was a hand,
To catch whenever I fell,
Never once I hit the grounds,
Not even from the highest mountains,
I believe in second chances,
I believe in changes,
I’ll chase my dream,
Make it something real to them,
Starting now I’ll embrace it,
One day true to be,
I’ll be the one to change the world,
The power is at hand…


Gabrielle Jee

Empire

Bright lights dazzling the skies,
Shining down from the heavens,
War cries were sound,
The ground shook and trembled,
Thousands of horses breaking the surface,
An army led by a general brought to battle,
United under one kingdom,
Lead by one soul ruler,
History was made to mankind,
Spoken of and often was heard,
As nations were conquered,
The largest empire as formed,
Across the east to the west,
From north to south,
An enemy so great that no one had known,
Until other nations were overthrown,
Battling out of only skills,
Riding from only horses,
Shooting with only arrows,
Dynasty by dynasty falls,
Greatest army ever known to mankind,
That rode across the land,
Fighting and winning many battles,
It was the greatest power ever.

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If you treat him nicely, he says you are in love with him;

If you don't, he says you are proud.



If you dress nicely, he says you are trying to lure him;

If you don't, he says you are from kampong.



If you argue with him, he says you are stubborn;

If you keep quiet, he says you have no brain.



If you are smarter than him, he will lose face;

If he is smarter than you, he is great.



If you don't love him, he will try to possess you;

If you love him, he will try to leave you.



If you don't make love with him, he says you don't love him;

If you do, he says you are cheap.



If you tell him your problem, he says you are troublesome;

If you don't, he says that you don't trust him.



If you scold him, you are like a nanny to him;

If he scolds you, it is because he cares for you.



If you break your promise, you cannot be trusted;

If he breaks his, he is forced to do so.



If you smoke, you are a bad girl;

If he smokes, he is a gentleman.



If you do well in your exams, he says it's luck;

If he does well, it's brain.



If you hurt him, you are cruel;

If he hurts you, you are too sensitive.

And soon hard to please!!!



If you send this to guys, they will swear that it's not true!!!

If you don't, they say you are selfish.

Memories

My hands and soul release,
Together with a single red rose,
All the memories we share,
Gracefully it falls on your face…



I bow my head in prayer,
I know this God will hear,
Merciful He is whom we all fear,
To His kingdom I pray He takes…



It all began and ended on that night,
As I watched in fright,
I saw your face on the news,
A single tear falls…



A car accident at route eight,
Sharp at ten at night,
Putting your life to a halt,
God has taken your hand in His…


Always a part of me,
Embracing the moments of life,
I walked away,
Knowing it was time to start a new life…



Gabrielle Jee

A Single Rose

Ever heard of a happy ending? Not everything ends with a happy ending the way they do in fairytales. How the always end with the prince charming and the castle? Life isn’t like that. That is why they are called fairytales…



“Richard! Will you please hurry up? It’s a quarter to seven already and your father has already made reservations at The Pavilion at seven,” Richard’s mother said, walking briskly across the sandstone tiled floors of their driveway.

“You really didn’t need to shout. I can hear you perfectly well. You don’t have a deaf son, mother,” Richard brushed past his mother indecorously with an evident look of aggravation.

Richard’s mother felt a sharp pain of hurt in her chest; she instinctively covered her hurt up with a sharp tone. “Watch your language,” she looked at her son warningly and got into their black Jaguar.

“Rudeness is not tolerated in this household, Richard,” Richard’s father spoke up when his son got into the back seat of the car.

Richard’s mother observed from the rearview mirror that her son was cursing under his breath and glowering out of the window. She sighed inwardly; she always felt that her son was constantly distancing himself from her. As a mother, she wished her son would change for the better.

A single raindrop fell and hit the windshield. Then rain began to shower down, falling down vociferously on the cold, metal body of the car.

“Slow down, the roads are not safe in these weather conditions. Be careful,” Richard’s mother placed a hand on her husband’s arm as the veil of rain thickened.

Before her hand left her husband’s arm, a strong impact hit them from behind, causing their car to spin out of control. Tires screeched loudly and there was yelling. The last thing Richard remembered was his mother releasing a piercing scream of fear and panic before there was a sickening crash and everything went black.

He aroused several hours after the accident. His head felt heavy and there was a sharp pain throbbing in his head, it felt like white hot knives being slashed into his skull.

“You are awake,” a male voice said, somewhere above him.

Richard blinked, trying to focus as he looked up. A man with glasses was looking down at him. “Yeah,” he said tiredly, struggling to sit upright.

“You’ll be all right. You only suffered from cuts and bruises. We had the cut on your forehead stitched up and I am Dr. David,” the doctor said, placing his hands into the pockets of his coat. He gave a heavy sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Unfortunately, I have rather distressing news for you,” he continued to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Richard felt his blood run cold and his heart stop. He braced himself for the bad news that he was about to receive.

“Well, you father suffered from a broken tibia and several fractured ribs. He is a very lucky man to survive such a deplorable accident. Unfortunately, your mother did not make it. I am terribly sorry for your lost,” Dr. David said quietly.

Richard felt as if he had run into a brick wall. Everything felt hazy. He felt his jaw drop and he gaped at the doctor. “Wha—what?” he refused to believe the impossible piece of minutiae that he had just received.

“I’m very sorry,” Dr. David repeated and left the room, shutting the door behind him.



Richard looked forlornly at his mother’s open casket. His father had insisted for best for his deceased wife. A finely handcrafted polished mahogany casket with silver handles and lined with silk was purchased. Relatives and friends turned up to pay their last respects for the woman they had all loved and cherished.

His mother looked so peaceful in there. It was almost like she was smiling. Lying next to her casket was a six-foot deep pit, awaiting the burial. The weather was fine, windy and pleasant. It was almost hard to believe that he was at his mother’s funeral.

He watched sadly as they closed the lid of the casket. He had the last glimpse of his mother’s face before they moved it towards the pit and slowly began to lower it.

“Here, take this, give it to your mother,” Richard’s father handed him a single red rose.

Richard accepted the rose and slowly walked towards the pit. His hand was clenched tightly around the stem of the rose, thorns dug into the palm of his hand. He looked down at the casket and felt his heart break as he unwillingly set the rose free. It fell almost gracefully and slowly onto the top of the casket. He took a few steps back and looked down as they began to shovel dirt to fill up the pit.

He never had the chance to say sorry to his mother for all the things he had said before. He never expected her to be gone so fast. A single rose, a simple gift given with his true heart as an apology and as a wordless way to express his love for his mother, a gift that she couldn’t receive with her own hands anymore. Life wasn’t always a happy ending as it may seem…



Gabrielle Jee