Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing,
And chilled and cold is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing,
And the dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face is fixed on the stormy heaven,
My heart is as calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate'er it will be.
And I feel the cold, I can say,"He sends it,"
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I've never a need but that He will meet it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.

fishy

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Oops!

Posted by Me at 1:59 AM

3 comments:

SoOtOnG said...

Bok Mong!!!

9:29 AM
eemay said...

i wasn't involve in this!
noooooooooooooooooo~~ *fade off*

1:20 AM
hooi ling said...

you helped me to distract him ma...*eye-rolling smile*

1:30 AM

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