His Love
Raymond Badham
Key: E
Intro:
F#m A Emaj9
Your light is over me
flooding over me
the night is lifted
Heaven over me
flooding over me
I can't contain it
My cup overflows
My cup overflows
Praise the Lord with all my heart
Praise Him for He has done great things
His banner over me is love, His love
His banner over me is love, His love
You brought the sunshine in
and turned the dark to day
You made the shadows flee away
You opened my eyes
to a new and living way
the dawning of a brand new day
I actually smile and start twirling around in circles, prancing like a fool and waving my hands madly to this song. Only at home, of course. Sometimes, I think my mum wonders why I get all excited and insane over blasting tunes over the comp speakers. Yeah, I act pretty weird at home. And that's without dotdot (my ultra lovely baby pillow of many faithful years) by my side, mind you.
So, I really do fancy happy songs. I went around with a cheshire grin the entire day after listening to it yesterday. It has been a long time since I felt this exhilarated. Almost like there was an unspeakable joy emanating deep within, like the world suddenly became beautiful and my life so wonderous.
I am content.
However, when it came to leading this song, I must concede defeat and express deep, deep, deep disappointment. It just felt... ... different. The vibes were wrong, the joy evaporated. Maybe it's my lethargy that robbed the song of its energy. I feel so dui. Never mind, I shall go listen to Hillsong's version then I'll be happy again.
I hope lah.
Yay. I got my maid dress today. Christmas musical should be a blast with all the wacky costumes.
Oh, come laugh at my Filipino-accented banter!
Oh, come watch me dance with the broom and feather duster!
Oh, come hear me sing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer with gutso!
I never knew why I had such affinity with maid roles. Does my forehead sort of spell M-A-R-I-A or something? It's fun lah, but being a maid all the freakin' time gets boring after awhile. I prefer something less tiring and more serious. But I guess the role is stuck.
I can't wait for youth camp, then christmas, then new year's day. I want to usher in 2006 with a bang and start running for the real stuff in life. I want to start soon, then continue running all the way into heaven. You can hear that I am feeling really happy now, I guess.
I am on a roll now. Since I am so high now, I might as well say this: I really, truly like my friends for who they are and who they aren't. Movie marathon mates like Yvonne and Alisa, youth comm comrades like Kim and Em, and youth music ministry people like Foxy, who thinks dotdot is called jubjub - what an insult. I don't really know why or how, but these people really keep me sane and going. I feel happy, happy, happy, happy!
Perhaps it's a new phase. No more dark, depressed, angry teenage years. I greet the looming twenties with a sunshine smile and a song to sing. Songs of hope and joy and love. I am not afraid of the big two! Of course, I still get emotional and teary once in a while, but let's face it - who doesn't? It's healthy to be pensive occasionally, I say. But yes, I want to strive and see 2006 as a happy year down in memory!
This lovely song, His Love, shall be my 2006 theme song (: I just love songs about His banner over me being love. First my favourite signature sunday school song then this. Ha ha! Come, smile with me! I know, I just know that 2006 will be a special year for me. God will shower me with surprises throughout.