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Over these past few days I’ve learnt of friends who are going to various US universities. University occupies all our conversation. I’ve been beset with doubt about my decision. I’ve been unsure, uncertain about whether I’m doing the right thing. Many see me as resolved, some call me noble, some naive. But what they don’t see is my lack of faith. My hidden fear.

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of faith it takes to climb out of this boat I’m in
On to the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone
Into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is
And He’s holding out His hand

But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times I’ve tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again, “Boy, You’ll never win!”
“You’ll never win!”

I’ve been reading The Message of the Living God. It’s gone through Genesis and I’ve come away humbled. I’ve come away in awe of God’s love for us. He created us in his image, giving us the honour of being made in his likeness. He made us knowing that we’d sin, knowing that it’d take part of himself to redeem us from the sin that we’ve gotten ourselves into because we’ve renounced our relationship with our Creator. And I’ve come away, realising that we are made by him, and to be apart will mean that we strive for the fulfillment that we can never have through anything apart from Him. We only find our completeness in Him, seeking completeness in relationships, acheivements, recognition and so on will leave us still empty.

The sun and moon and every star
Are there to show me who You are
I can be sure your fingerprints
Are everywhere

My every move, my every breath
Were meant to point to your greatness
There’s nothing made that was not made
To show Your power

CHORUS
These hands were made to praise You
These lips were made to lift You up
I give to You my life in worship
These feet were made to serve You
This tongue, to sing of Your great love
I give to You my life in worship

A tender thought, a caring deed
A gift of love to one in need
Bringing honest acts of worship to You, Lord

Bridge
Lifting holy hands in worship to You, Lord
God, receive this humble sacrifice of praise

This fellow's wise enough to play the fool,
And to do that well craves a kind of wit.
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,
The quality of persons, and the time,
And, like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eyes. This is a practice
As full of labour as a wise man's art.
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;
But wise men, folly-fall'n, quite taint their wit.

 

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