The way that He loves.....

The way that He loves
Is as soft as the breeze
Carressing the trees
At night

The way that He loves
Is as fair as a rose
Much sweeter it grows
Each day

The way that He loves
Is as deep as the sea
His spirit shall be
My stay

His peace hovers near like a dove
I know there's a heaven above
To Jesus I'll cling
Live's a wonderful thing
Because of the way
He loves.

The way that He loves
Is so thrilling because
His love reaches even me.

As we were singing this 'old song' today, I felt this really nice warm feeling inside of me. When the music came on, it sounded unfamiliar initially. Then as the melody was established and the first few words of the songs came out, I recognised the tune and realised that it was a song out of the songbook in my primary school days which we sang during chapel! Gee..it's indeed thrilling to be singing those songs again. I never thought that I would one day be singing those songs again in my life after stepping out from PL pri ;P Well, I guess, it's not really an old song. In fact, I think that worship songs should never be classified as 'old' or 'new' , 'kiddish' or 'mature' because different songs minister to different people at different times, different places and circumstances. I say this because I also truly enjoyed singing the sunday school song " Jesus Loves Me This I Know" today. Sometimes, 'old' songs just refreshes and reassures. I guess, it's really important that we remind ourselves and understand the full extent of His love. That when we enter into His presence, we enter as little children would, and cling on to Him and just pursue Him as much as He pursues us with His love.

However, in reality, this receiving and counter-pursuit of His love may seem pretty challenging.

Sometimes, I do find it pretty difficult to conceive the full extent of the Father's love. Perhaps this stems from the fact that I did not really experince much interaction with the earthly dad since young; there were no horse-riding or rough-and-tumble play, other than the few badminton games which I apparently pestered him into playing with me. I didn't have any daddy hugs or daddy to daughter talks much as I would have liked. I know this sounds pretty silly, a twenty year old musing about some idealised childhood taken from one of those american family values-orientated movies. But I just can't help thinking how things could have been better. In essence, I didn't really trust the daddy on earth. I found it hard to trust and love him. Even to this day, I still do; and it just comes to a point when you are grown up and when you look at your parent, you just don't know what to say, and they too have no idea what to talk to you about either. Is it a generation gap problem? Or is it that life has just become so busy in today's world that some parents just cease to see the importance of having talks with their children?

Nonetheless, I know that I should just let the past be the past and focus on making the best out of the present. No matter what, I know that God's love for me is unrivalled and undeniable! No matter how lousy I may feel, no matter how unworthy, I'm fully redeemed by the grace of God! I AM going to improve!

Alone, I will not stand,
I'll cling on to His huge and warm hand;
And walk the life for me,
Written a long time ago,
in His plan.