My wandering heart

O to grace how great a debtor,

Daily i'm constrained to be!

Let thy goodness like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to thee.

Prone to wander, lord i feel it

Prone to leave the God i love;

Here's my heart, O take and seal it,

Seal it for thy courts above.

-hymn: count thy fount of blessings.

As a reminder of my Father's love and amazing grace which never fails me, despite the countless times i failed him.

Halfway across the world.

The rain came through

It doesn't know 

how to stop.
Eyes flood again

running full

right over the top.

If only you knew

all that you put me through

When you took this heart

Halfway across the world.

The sun rises soon

But now all's

still dark.

I cling on to

memories 

Leaving me cold and stark.

If only you knew

all that you put me through

When you took this heart

Halfway across the world.

I'm so afraid

That i'll fade away

And there's no one 

I'd rather blame 

No not you.

For you never knew

All that you put me through

When you stole my heart

Halfway across the world.

-E.Y.

Days like these

Days like these

are slow 

like mists

they creep

sometimes 

they leap

in heartbeats.

Days like these

I breathe

the smell of coffee

in the morning breeze

as the world 

walks on by,

unaware and

unassuming.

-E.Y.

What really matters.

What really matters.

When life passes us by, when seasons change, when friends grow old.

When the sun rises, when the earth spins, when death takes over.

When i look in the mirror and see the child gone.

What really matters, after all?

I see smiling faces on profile pictures, happy people pose for vacation pictures, and birthday wishes.

I see friends enjoying life to the fullest, eating the best of food and dressed up in current trends.

Sometimes i can't help wishing to be like them, while they might be thinking the same of somebody else.

I see dead children, bodies and men armed with big black guns. I see crowds of protests carrying banners scribbled over. I see planes missing and planes crashed into ruins. I see flowers on deathbed and families crying in agony.

Sometimes i can't help thinking what if I'm in their shoes.

What really matters?

How do i live with one feet in the world and the other reaching for heaven? And why do the years fly by so fast and yet i want them to go by faster because i want to grow up. 

I am just 24 years young, with a whole life ahead of me, but i'm already wondering,"what really matters after all?"

           

I am here

I am here

while you are there

and there are times when i long 

for someone to share

the burdens

the tears

the surging doubts

because loneliness follows me

through the crowd.

I am here 

wishing i was there

wishing fate was kinder

with a penny to spare.
The nights are long

and the dreams seem real

but when i awaken

I am here still.

I am here

while you are there

and i'd rather be with you

than anywhere.

-E.Y.

Speak.

Voices, voices
all around
they're swimming in my head.
And i don't know just how or when
or who to listen instead.
The heart that beats
so loud
so strong
so filled with longing and wants
is not what i can listen to
anymore
for i want Your will to be done.
Speak Lord, speak
in Your quiet ways
your servant is listening here.
Let Your voice drown out
the din inside
and the chaotic mess of fear.

"Speak." E.Y

Words

Words.
They're funny little things
that slip
and come and go as they please.

I try to catch them
and make them stay
but they simply
ease away.
I hold them down
on a blank page
in an orderly manner,
like tiny pearls on a necklace string
in sequence
like school children queuing.

But when there's no paper
and there's no pen
they tumble and scatter
like pearls
from a broken necklace.
or children
when the school bell rings.

Words.
Such funny little things.
Only to be bound
by paper and ink.

"Words" by E.Y.