Untitled Hymn

Dedicated to Ma:

 Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus) ~ by Chris Rice

Youtube source unknown

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!

Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall, so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!



Ma,

You've flown to Jesus -
So sudden and unexpected
I'm sure you are happy -
Cause Dad has been waiting for you
Yes, you two!
Live! and sing! and dance!

Ma

You've flown to Jesus -
So suddenly and unexpectedly

Too suddenly
That I've yet to bid you my goodbye
Too quietly
That I didn't have a chance at closure 

But there was no way of knowing
That it was the last morning to make the juice for you
It was the last morning to see you sitting at your favourite spot
The last morning to see the back of you 

But I didn't look at you properly
Had I looked perhaps I would have noticed
That you were unwell, very tired and different?
Because heaven was calling and the angels were sent

And could that have made all the difference?
That I could perhaps save you
That you would still be alive
And be with us today?

So that I wouldn't have to receive that call
That numbed my being as I drove home
So that I wouldn't have to stop by the roadside
To make the necessary arrangement

So that I wouldn't have to be stuck in the traffic
In my longest journey home 
So that I wouldn't have to be greeted by the funeral van
That had arrived before me

So that I wouldn't have to be the last of your children
To walk up the longest flight of stairs to you
So that I wouldn't have to see you lifeless
Surrounded by your family and siblings

So that I wouldn't have to see Aunt Donna
Holding your hand, calling you and crying by your side
So that I wouldn't have Aunt Laura walk towards me
To hug me to give me strength

So that I wouldn't have to sit down by your side
To caress your fragile body that has gone cold
So that I wouldn't have to caress again and again 
And thought your chest was still warm

So that I wouldn't have to sit there
And just stare at you without shedding a single tear
It wasn't because I didn't want to
It was just because I couldn't 

So that I wouldn't have to notice
The residue of your ointment on your nose
Which you must have used 
Because you must have felt terribly unwell 

So that I wouldn't have to wet your face towel
To wipe your face for the first and last time
So that I wouldn't have to tilt your head
To take off your tiny earings

So that I wouldn't have to bend down
And kiss your forehead for the last time
So that I wouldn't have to ask Aunt Laura to pray
Because I just didn't have the strength nor words to do so

I'm sure you are happy -
Cause Dad has been waiting for you
Yes, you two!
Live! and sing! and dance!


Captured thoughts on Aug 20, 2014

Church-like

I came across a post that says church is like high school all over again. The writer gave 25 ways on how it is so...

1. The first day is scary.
2. Everyone straightens up when the person in charge walks by.
3. It’s not the real world.
4. There are the popular people that everybody knows.
5. There are the shadow people that nobody knows.
6. If you want to make friends, you need to get involved in extra-curricular activities.
7. You have to do your homework if you really want to understand what’s being talked about.
8. If you stay up too late the night before, you might fall asleep.
9. If you fall asleep you hope the person next to you gives you a nudge before you let out one of those half-snorts/half-snore things.
10. You meet people who will be life-long friends.
11. You meet people you don’t care for.
12. You’d better remember to put your phone on vibrate or you’re going to be embarrassed.
13. No matter how many times your reminded, there is always someone who forgets to put their phone on vibrate. (They are also the one who always get a call, and the one with the disco ring tone.)
14. The purpose of being there is to get you ready for the real world.
15. There are people who think they already know it all.
16. There are people who think they know nothing.
17. You only get out of it what you put into it.
18. The music geeks are always rehearsing.
19. There will be people who never talk.
20. There will be people who never stop talking.
21. You can go on cool trips with your friends.
22. Some people want to stay forever.
23. Some people can’t wait to get out and do something in the world.
24. It’s no fun when you feel like you’re always being tested.
25. It’s a great place to be when it’s filled with spirit.

This Monday

This Monday - today - is exactly a week since your passing. I thought I would not be able to go through today.

6 a.m. was when I last fed you.

Between then and 7 a.m., I was trying to cool down your high fever with 4 towels.

Around 7 a.m. I just had to go out of the hospital 'dorm' to escape from the heartache of seeing you in your weakened condition.

From 7.30 - 8.30 a.m. between cooling down your fever, I had the help from two male nurse trainees assist me in giving you a sponge bath and changing your bedsheet and linens. You opened your eyes for a moment - which was the last time.

The maid arrived at 8.

9.10 a.m. - the maid fed you as I observed. Mom arrived awhile later.

You were rested on your left side - clean and dignified. I touched your head, your face, your arms, your hands. But your feet were cool. You showed no responses. You were still breathing but without the chesty sounds from your lungs.

I didn't know then - but that would be the last I saw of you.

9.30 a.m. - reached home and cried myself to sleep.

Between a deep slumber and knowing mom came home and left with Ken, I had a dream which I can't remember now. But I thought I was running through a green forest and there were others dressed in white.

12.35 p.m. - Between the shrill rings of the phone and mom's voice, I was told that the doc requested us to be at the hospital.

Just 5 minutes later, another call came to bring us the news that you were gone.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

I wish I had known then - which I know I couldn't have - so that I would sit there, hold your hands, caress your hair - just be by your side until you leave us.

I couldn't really cry then though my heart was hurting so much, but now I can.

Missing you so much!

Untitled Hymn

Dedicated to Dad:

 Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus) ~ by Chris Rice

Youtube source unknown

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head, for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live!

Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain, so
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live!

And like a newborn baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk
Sometimes we fall, so
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live!

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain, then
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live!

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on Glory's side, and
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live!



Yes, Dad, fly to Jesus and live! and sing! and dance!

For Just A Moment

When I reached home and put down my bags on the sofa, I had wanted to dash to the bed where you lie on - to kiss you on your forehead, to take in the familiarity of your scent and to ask you how you're doing.

It was a fleeting thought. It was real.

For just a moment, I forgot that you're not there. For just a moment, I forgot that you're in the hospital from which I had just returned from. For just a moment, I forgot

It is habitual; it is routine.

My happy thought was gone just as quickly as it had come.

For a moment - just a moment - I was happy.

Is It Time?

Is it time to let you go?
Can I not hold on to your hands awhile longer?
And feel the warmth that those hands emanate,
And feel the little responses that you could muster?

Is it time to let you go?
When you seem to show some improvement,
When once in awhile you could open your eyes,
And give me meaningful gazes?

Is it time to let you go?
When I whispered into your ear,
To ask you who I am,
And you called my name?

Is it time to let you go?
When I asked you if you're afraid?
And with all the strength that you could gather
You mumbled, "No."?

Is it time to let you go?
Can I not hold on to your hands awhile longer?
And feel the warmth that your hands emanate,
And feel the little responses that you could muster?

Is it time to let you go?
Because despite all the warmth and responses,
Your gazes and your mumblings,
You look so weak and fragile.

Is it time to let you go?
When you seem to be slowly slipping away?
Slipping through the grasps of my hands,
And my heart and my hope.

Is it time to let you go?
When I really wouldn't want to,
Because I couldn't really let you go,
Just because I would like you to be around awhile longer?

Is it time? Is it time?
This is what I ask my Lord,
Please take care of my earthly father,
This is my cry unto my Heavenly Father.

Socks?

I was facilitating a revision session with a class of 45 rambunctious and hyper-active 13-year-olds, when a particular boy caught my attention. He was quite unmanageable, loud and was interrupting his group's discussion. Therefore, I reprimanded him.

Ms Sophie: Sam*, please cooperate with your friends and work together. Get your acts together! Pull up your socks!

Sam: Okay, okay... *bends down and pulls up his socks*

Source

Ms Sophie: ... -.-"

*Name has been changed to protect student's privacy.

Working...

Real teaching has started off in full swing last week when I finally received my teaching schedule. This was after slightly more than two months of performing the insignificant task of being a relief teacher.

There was, however, nothing much to be done as it was the revision week prior to the upcoming final exam. In total, I've got 12 classes, with an average of two periods each. Yes, I have 'inherited' the less important subject and 'baby-sitting' a class without a subject teacher.

Happy 'teaching' to me.

Delivery Status Notification (Failure)

Have been too lazy to write any meaningful post. Just wanna share this humourous email.

A Punjabi lawyer working in UK wrote to his wife in India.

Dear Sunita Darling,

I can't send you my salary this month because the global market crisis has affected my Company's performance, so I am sending you 100 kisses. You are my sweetheart, please adjust.

Your loving husband,
Tuna Singh

His wife replied:

TINKU KE PAPPA,

Thanks for the 100 kisses. Below is the list of expenses I paid with the kisses:

1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month's milk.
2. The electricity man, Kooldip Singh, agreed not to disconnect only after 7 kisses.
3. Your landlord, Kapal Singh, comes every day to take 2 or 3 kisses instead of the monthly rent.
4. Supermarket owner, Jaswant Singh, did not accept kisses only, so I gave him other items. I hope you understand.
5. Miscellaneous expenses: 40 kisses.

Please don't worry about me, I still have a balance of 35 kisses and I hope I can survive the month using this balance.

Shall I plan the same for the next month?

Your Sweetheart,
Kichi Kaur

NEVER MESS WITH WOMEN... ^ ^