Desmond and The Point.

They talk about missing the point.

To me that is to do something almost entirely related to the topic at hand, but strangely, not realising that it has fallen entirely short of the actual point.

I'd like to think of it as being pitchy with regards to singing. It's like, hitting the note, but not entirely. So while there is a vague resemblance to the actual note, it is either short or long of the actual thing. (That is if 'pitchy' actually means that, cos I don't know if that is the real meaning.)

I think I might have missed the point God.
In all of the prim and proper-ness.
In trying to be the perfect boy.

I know I've missed the point of it all.

In my own desires that seem so right, yet were so wrong.
I know I've missed the point.

It's not the strength of my voice, or my hand.
Not the number of stars I can chalk up in some brownie-chart I imagined You have.
Not the way I've convinced others or myself that I'm clear of what I do.

Because I know I've missed the point of it all.

And it was always You. You were the point of it all.
You were the point of my worship.
You were the point of my prayer.
You were the point of my crying.
You were the point of my excellence.
You were the point of my love.
You were the point of my laughter.
You were the point of writing.
You were the point of my testimony.
You were the point of my giving.
You were the point of my struggles to be better.
You were the point of my conversations.
You were the point of my counsel.
You were the point of my confession.

You were the point of it all.

You are the point of my living.
You are the point of my sacrifice.

YOU ARE THE POINT OF IT ALL LORD.

I want to make it right Lord, and because You are the point of my change.

YOU ARE THE POINT GOD.

iTouch Desmond and the iTouch.

Just for the fun of it, and for the sake of updating my blog, I have decided to blog via iTouch! Haha it's quite hard to type using only two fingers... But the novelty precedes the hassle. Haha as I often say, OH WELL.

Anyways, I didn't do an 07' end of year entry where I sum up the year but I realized, and I hope you do too, that it would be crazy to write a long entry with the Touch. Haha btw, in the course of typing this sentence, I realized I can activate a magnifying glass thing by holding my, err... Finger on the screen. And in the course of typing that sentence, that there's a auto-correct thing which is kinda irritating.

K, anyways, one event of last year, that I think deserves to go down in the archives of my blog, is the day I got my iTouch. Without which, this ridiculous waste time entry wouldn't be here... 25th Dec. Oh kay, moment over. Just realized if you hold some letters, the variants of that would appear in a seperate pop-out menu.

K I'm done! And if you're wondering how come I spelt realized with a Z, it's the nosy auto-correct.

iTouch Desmond, up, up and away! (:

Desmond and the Clumsiness.

You think I’d have it down by now
Been practicin’ for thirty years
I should have walked a thousand miles

So what am I still doin’ here
Reachin’ out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit
I slip and fall and I knock my halo loose
Somebody tell me what’s a boy supposed to do?

I’m gonna get it right this time
I’ll be strong and I’ll make You proud
I’ve prayed that prayer a thousand times

But the rooster crows and my tears roll down (again)
Then You remind me You made me from the dust
And I can never, no never, be good enough
And that You’re not gonna let that come between us

From where I stand
Your holiness is up so high
I can never reach it
My only hope is to fall on Jesus

I get so clumsy
I get so foolish
I get so stupid
And then I feel so useless

But You’re sayin’ You love me
And You’re still gonna hold me
And that You wanna be near me
‘Cause You’re makin’ me holy
You’re still makin’ me holy, yeah

-Chris Rice, Clumsy.

I can't even begin to imagine how You do it. Becos, if it was me, I would have given up. A Long Time Ago.

Still, Your love runs so deep, it overwhelms me. I could turn to a thousand directions, and there You'd still be.

Waiting.

How do You do it? Why do You do it?

" Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness." -Lamentations 3: 22- 23