When the soul is weary; it is by grace alone  Though the soul still stirs up tears; it is by grace alone  When sudden terror befalls; it is by grace alone  Like a treacherous friend digging into the past pains of bitterness; it is by grace alone  When time is motionless as a still borne; it…

Hey friend, why don’t you whisper to me any longer. You used to be a breath of fresh air; softly spoken like strings tugged on a four-chord symphony. Hey friend, why are you all sudden so shy? Your bold laughter’s are missed, along with your funny jokes. They could tickle my body into echoing sounds of…

In an overemphasised humanistic, naturalistic and scientific worldview, the designs and patterns of the world are curtailed by wishful thinking. By designs I mean the roller-coaster of chasing money; and by patterns, I mean the search for purpose or purposelessness (nihilism) in life and death via routes of materialism. In search of these things we…

In the mist of many, there comes one who stands out. In the many voices, however toned they may be. However persuasive they might sound – coursing one’s mind to sail into triumph, there is one who stands out. There are days wherein I am nothing. I find myself undone by the beauty of my…