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__ Friday, May 05, 2006 ;

Attended someone's funeral recently. The whole atmosphere was sorrowful and really depressing. On the way home after the wake, I thought about my own funeral. When I die, I want my funeral to be serene and peaceful. I don't want people to cry or be sad because of my death. Instead, I'd like them to be happy because I've returned Home to be with the Lord. I'm safe in the protective arms of Jesus so, it's something to be joyous about! I have no idea when that day will arrive. Oh well... I hope I'll be ready to leave without any regrets when it's time for me to die.

Amazing grace!
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost,
but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed!

Through many dangers,
toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures;
He will my Shield and Portion be,
As long as life endures.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess, within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
The sun forbear to shine;
But God, Who called me here below,
Will be forever mine.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.



made another new promise ][-
 and broke it again at 7:35 PM ;