Caught up in the middle of nowhere
Following the flow to wherever
Yet i still don’t know where it will lead me to
Clueless of what has been done so

True me I don’t know how to show
Coz there was once that everything in me i throw
And i was left but only to cling on them
Yet when i fell down, they left me like a shame

How can I put back the trust
When it was like a metal in rust
The good things come to past
Mending the pieces which I must

Everyday i miss the real me
Just keep on hoping to see
That one day everything will pass
And i shall be whole at last

According to Him, we will never learn to hope and trust
If we haven’t experienced being lost, broken and devastated
I can’t wait to see
When that day will come to me…


Mass Message for Palm Sunday – Isaiah 50:4-7

4 The Sovereign LORD has given me a well-instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed.
5 The Sovereign LORD has opened my ears; I have not been rebellious, I have not turned away.
6 I offered my back to those who beat me, my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard; I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting.
7 Because the Sovereign LORD helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore have I set my face like flint, and I know I will not be put to shame.