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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
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
-9:47 PM
Quite a handful of my pupils thought that I am a Malay or Indian again. Funny. Mentioned daffodils to my students during Science lesson and this song came to mind immediately… sad…
Vincent (Starry Starry Night) LyricsStarry starry night, paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them freeThey would not listen they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen nowStarry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blueColors changing hue, morning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Chorus:For they could not love you, but still your love was true And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do,But I could have told you, Vincent,This world was never meant for one as beautiful as youStarry, starry night, portraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them freeThey would not listen they're not listening still Perhaps they never will.
