The Forgotten Land

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Do guys have mood swings, i think not. It is but a nature of the male mind(mine) to have the tendancy to feel as if they are having moody swings in reality i only felt irritated over certain words. It might be the results of being locked up in a lab for long hours, so i guess the poly system should change abit. The pain of screaming out loud is finally reaching my head. Maybe copying the modern way of talking like those who bears skin that is white as paper, is not such a good idea after all. Words like "whatever" seems to be heard very much. Even to those who are blood related to me do i hear it ever so often. The word bears great rudeness to me if i were to speak kindly. Do one ever say such horrid words to parents? Does being a friend or close friends give one the right to be rude?

Thus i shall have to mend my ways. I beseach my Lord to have mercy and forgive my soul once more for i have sinned once again to feel anger, as daily my sins grow and only through him do my sin stains be washed clean. To have thine to wash my cloth to snow white again and again makes me naught to lift my head up high. As it is i who should be making the cloths remain white and not stained with sins ever so often. To have you wash my cloths all the time bring me to realise how ashamful am i if i were to speak face to face with thee. Thankfull i am to have known you and to be hand picked by you to be your child. To have true friends i thank thee, for thou has brought me many wonderful friends, many of whom i have come to trust and share my feelings with. Wonderful parents have thou gave me that love me and rebuke me when i'm wrong and correct me of my ways thus so i could walk back to the road thou has made for me to attain your grace and infinite love as i trod on it.

Bless me with your infinite power of endurence, as if i were to be a volcano many people will be hurt in the process. Thus i humbly ask if you would grant me this one very wish at the moment. To be patient and not seek after wrath for it is true with wrath there is no peace and without peace will one seek vengence, thus your holy works cannot be carried by me. I wish to do you works with nothing holding me back.

Why oh why do i find resentment in what i do ? Why oh why had i taken this reponsibility ? Is it for fame or power ? If it is so cast me away now for i have not done your words instead become one who preaches to be known for the good in man's eyes and not of thine. If it is your calling i am accepting, guide me in my ways that i may show your likeness in me. To be a God fearing person, to work for you and repay the debt that i owe you. A debt that cannot be repaid for a sin too big, it can not even be compared to the daily sins which i have been acquiring what more repay the debt of you dying for us. Keep me pure in heart and actions and in my motives. That i may be flawless in your eyes.
A wish and a desire from a little child (for i have more to learn in his words and more to grow in both mental and faith aspects).
Shannon

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
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Thursday, July 26, 2007