A mystery so real

A mystery so real

For you are a light unto my feet
You illuminate my path,
You make me walk on straight passage ways,
Even in the darkest dungeons I won't be afraid.

You are like water to my soul,
Most holy spirit,
Thou proceeds from the ancient of days,
Sovereign powerful utmost says,

Whispers of the green trees along the lily paths,
Cedars of Lebanon I have never seen,
The mighty oak so strong and tough,
As gentle as a lamb as fierce as a lion,

Both anointed in water and in fire,
An unsung hero amids the people,
Who stood up among them to be counted for,
Counted for everyone because of Love,

How sickening and defying was He,
How could he do that without our permission?
What made him think he was worthy to take our place?
It was He who had sent Him alone who decided His worth
So ponder as we cry and we pray,

Many people hope for the day,
Where we die then He we shall meet,
Either to sing with joy or weep at His feet,
Your Love awakes me every morning,

I sing psalms of your protection over me,
I sing the joy of your Love over me,
Never have I felt Love like this,
Love that is equivalent to freedom, power and justice,
Love that does not bind and put you in shackles,
Love that does not hate,
Love that does not lie,
Love that is innocent and pure,

Disgusting! I find it hard to believe,
To become a believer of Love that I never knew exist,
Never have I felt anyone who can give and provide this "love",
Until I found my Lover of my soul,

Forever true and faithful,
How can it be?
Till now, all still mysterious to me,
All still so mysterious but real to me.

Mike Cheong

An everlasting Love

An everlasting Love

As the sun rises,
So is your everlasting love for me,
So sweet is the sound of His voice,
When He calls out my name

He knows the rise and the fall of events,
Even before they have taken place or became to be,
He knows the birth of a baby bird,
Or even the growth of a little tree,

When darkness overcomes He is the light,
In gloomy days His presence is so bright,
The thick heaviness at once is lifted up,
When we call, He rises up

Out of the night He calls my name,
I can hear it, my heart cannot stop it's stirring,
It's a voice that calls me to write,
The voice that tells me to move

Powerful Glorious and Mighty
These are the names I can use to describe
Prince of Peace, of both Lion and Lamb
Royal presence that earth has never felt

When He comes upon your ground
"Who can stand?"
Angels and devils shiver and quiver
All but fall and look in awe

I have loved you with an everlasting Love
A love so pure that no one else can give
A Love that surpasses every judgement
A Love that crushes every fear
A Love that rises above all hate
A love a fortress of safety no one can compare

Mike Cheong

The Voice

The Voice

It's so quiet
I try to sense the voice of my heart
But it kept so still
The voice which speaks to me
The voice that I long for
Has kept silent silenced today

Though I sit and pray
I know it's deep inside
But the noise around me
Seems to drown out this still voice
To look for something that isn't there
To listen to something that cannot be heard
To seek and find for it
In the times of turmoil and tribulation
Seems like diving into an ocean blue
To seek a hidden treasure

The voices of many directions
Of people always telling each other
Of where to turn
And where to go
"this path is never wrong"
"this will lead you into where you want"
Seems to slowly suffocate my search for the voice within
The voice of the spirit
The voice that speaks to me
The supernatural voice that seems to direct my path

Many voices greet me kindly
Most of them seems to "know what is best" for me
Some even threaten me if I don't follow
But where is that lovely voice?
The voice that knows no war or harm
The voice that seems to make my spirit grow
The voice that makes me shine and glow
That voice that identifies who I am without judgement?
the voice that gives me no condemnation
The voice of an unconditional agape Love
That tells me, that it cares for me
That tells me, that I am safe
To tell me that I am loved
To tell me I am whole
To tell me I am strong
To tell me to move forward
Into a direction of my calling

I hunger for it
My trust for it runs deep
Like the waters from the mountains flowing into the sea
It's fresh to its dew that falls from the heavens
During the day and also the quiet night
It does not fight
For me to give me it's due attention
In fact, it mingles around with all the other attractions
So often I forgot to even look and seek it
But when only when I am in the dark I seem to see it
Then the attractions all fade away
When the attractions had screwed with my decisions
Then as a dear old friend that voice will be there
Waiting
Waiting for me
It will be calling out to me
Listen,
Listen it says to me
Stay with me
Take me by the hand
Let me be the voice that guides you

But oh, do the attractions with blinding lights
Seems to always get in the way
So I wait for the voice to be heard some other day
Though I felt I may regret
But it seems it's something I can currently forget

Oh Lord
Help me not to be this way
Help me seek this voice and to obey
only to this voice and nothing else
Help me put a hailer, a speaker in its mouth
Help me to drown away other attractions
To the voice that give'er me fullest of satisfaction

Mike Cheong

Mikes Psalm to the Lord 1

Mikes Psalm to the Lord 1

I praise the Lord with songs of Joy
I praise the Lord with gladness
When I look upon my problems with joy
My enemies tremble in fear

Who can be like the God almighty
who can be like the Price of Peace
Hate and Darkness hides in the shadows
When the lamb of God comes like a lamp

Woe to thee who think's they can challenge Him
He humbles the proud, yet raises the weak
The voice of the slaves He has heard their cries
He also hears the people coming home saying their byes

I praise the Lord with Songs
Sound the trumpets, shred the guitars
Thunder the drums and clash the cymbals
For the day of the Lord is at hand

For which he rises from, no one knows
When the time comes, all those fleeting knows
For the warrior divine will come in the mid's of His army
During the day of battle, there's already a cry of victory

Mike Cheong