Life may be a barley field at noon, Labouring ourselves in search for food In the scorching heat of the bright Sun So that we may feed our loved ones   Looking across the endless fields A mixture of joy and sadness one may feel The continuous supply to our needs With the back-breaking toil and sore knees   Day in and day out throughout the week The excited...

The world is truly like a hostel not a place for us to settle nothing is brought at our coming nothing is taken at our passing   When death knocks on our door with a call that we can’t ignore The time has come for us to leave either with heavenly joy or gravely grieve   Throughout the ages in the past Many tried to give death a pass No matter how hard...

The mirror before me is so unique It is much older than many antiques For at least four millenniums known to men Written by God’s finger and not man’s pen   This is the most honest mirror in the world In which God’s holy and perfect law unfurls It doesn’t praise man’s false beauty and fame But shows us clearly of how guilty and shamed   My spirit...

There are hours when I am alone A cold wind comes into my bones The silent night has been the theme When I gaze at the moonlight’s beam   Looking around for some warm companies Searching across many hilly counties When realising their stressful busyness Knowing they have no time in my business   How many are they out there like me Who may at times feel...

There is a song deep down in my heart Composed by the reality dark and hard Filled with words of grief and sorrow With a melody too sad to follow   Every time when I sing this song Destitution of spirit comes along As if it were my only true friend Moaning over my bitter end   The theme of my song is greatly felt Like dwelling in a prison cell being bound...

How amazing is the love of Christ So beautiful and so divine Which captures my soul, my all Before His Throne I come with awe   Gazing at my dear Saviour’s face His countenance shines over this place The glory of His grace I now behold and His blessed name is now extolled   How I long and wish to be with Christ Dwelling in His holy presence is my...

Oh little sheep, my dear little sheep How I dream about you while I sleep The food is great and the price cheap Cooking layers of meat in a hotpot deep   Many thanks to Kenny and Fay As they gave me the best birthday Their kindness and love before me laid Which I can never truly repay   Yet I pray the Lord will bless them both That the love for each other...