rediscovering eden
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
whom shall i fear
whom shall i fear
i am yours
dailies
Monday, August 25, 2008
-5:51 AM
Quebec City
Think Monet.
Broad swashes of pastel hues
faintly outlining
a couple on cast-stone chairs of intricate design
dim light illuminating the over-hanging "Bistro" sign
Maneuvering expertly through the crowd,
stylish waiters laden with classy white
Luscious green speckled with bright crimson
Spilling over to drape across heavy bolted rosewood doors
Fresh fruits displayed in metal baskets decorate the sidelines
A snapshot. A dream. Frozen in time.Then.The bubble bursts.And the click-clack of high heels on stairs The soft syllables of elegant FrenchArtists marketing their newest paintingsLively fiddle music emanates from a corner,where some have gathered to watch,filling the already-busy air with excitement.And culture.And life.I'm not in an art gallery.I'm actually here.- vivienne tam 
