To You

Here I stand forever in

Your mighty hand

Living with Your promise

Written on my heart



I am Yours

Surrendered wholly to You

You set me in Your family

Calling me Your own



Now I

I belong to You

Lord I need

Your Spirit Your word Your truth

Hear my cry my deep desire

To Know You more



In Your name

I will lift my hands

To the King

This anthem of praise I bring

Heaven knows

I long to love You

With all I am

I belong to You

Whatever I have, whatever I am, whatever I have and had done, I still belong to Him. He will forgive me before I can forgive myself for the wrong doings. It's hard to believe that He takes me so seriously. No one on earth can love me like how He does. I belong to Him forever. Nothing can change this fact. Indeed all I need now is His Spirit, His Word and His truth. So that I can stand up again after the fall.

Still

Have mercy upon me, O God,
According to Your lovingkindness;
According to the multitude of Your tender mercies,
Blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
And cleanse me from my sin (Psalm 51:1-2).

The Love of A Little Boy

I was walking around in a Target store,
when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back..

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him:
''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied:
''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.

'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes
while she went to look around.
She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him
and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus
would bring it to her after all,
and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly.
'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now.

I have to give the doll to my mommy
so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this.
'My Sister has gone to be with God.

Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too,
so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said:
'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing.

He then told me
'I want mommy to take my picture with her
so she won't forget me.'

'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me,
but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.
'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.'
I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it.

There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added,
'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God
to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll,
so that mommy could give it to my sister.
He heard me!''

'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy,
but I didn't dare to ask God for too much.
But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.

'' 'My mommy loves white roses.'

A few minutes later,
the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago,
which mentioned a drunk man in a truck,
who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away,
and the mother was left in a critical state.
The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine,
because the young woman would not be able
to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy,
I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses
and I went to the funeral home
where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see
and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin,
holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy
and the doll placed over her chest..

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever...
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still,
to this day,
hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second,
a drunk driver had taken all this
away from him.

This was a story a friend forwarded to me. I just read and I thought it's touching. A love of a little boy. It's so sincere and pure.