My debt is paid


I would like to share a song that I’ve been listening everyday lately – Man of Sorrows by Hillsong. Really love it! A song that touches the very core of my heart, reminding me all that Jesus had done for me, not because of how good I am, but because of how great His love is.

Man of sorrows, Lamb of God

By His own betrayed

The sin of man and wrath of God

Has been on Jesus laid

Silent as He stood accused

Beaten, mocked and scorned

Bowing to the Father’s will

He took a crown of thorns

Oh that rugged cross, my salvation

Where Your love poured out over me

Now my soul cries out, Hallelujah

Praise and honour unto Thee

Sent of heaven God’s own son

To purchase and redeem

And reconcile the very ones

Who nailed Him to that tree

Oh that rugged cross, my salvation

Where Your love poured out over me

Now my soul cries out, Hallelujah

Praise and honour unto Thee

Now my debt is paid

It is paid in full

By the precious blood

That my Jesus spilled

Now the curse of sin

Has no hold on me

Whom the Son sets free

Oh is free indeed

See the stone is rolled away

Behold the empty tomb

Hallelujah God be praised

He’s risen from the grave

Unspoken words

Had a gathering with two friends yesterday night. We were best friends in primary school, there was nothing we did not share with each other. I guess in some ways, we still are best friends now. Since we left primary school, we did not see each other. And after eight years, we just decided to meet up randomly.

It was a simple dinner. We talked about life and memories and dreams. It was so heart-warming yesterday. Even though it has been eight years, there is still something very familiar about everyone, though I can’t tell what. Maybe it’s just the way we talk, some special words we used to say and are still saying now, some gestures that remind you of the times in primary school, the laughter and the same old topic we like to talk about, the little things that we often neglect, but has unconsciously become a part of who we are.

Being blessed to have lived 20 years, I’ve learnt that good friends don’t necessarily have to see each other very often. True friends are the ones you’d still have heaps and heaps of things to share with even after..8 years? ­čÖé I believe there are more 8 years to come.

And when life has bit by bit transformed us in some ways we could not tell, I believe real friends are the ones who can still tell who you really are, even if it remained unspoken.


You call me out upon the waters

The great unknown

Where feet may fail

And there I find You in the mystery

In oceans deep

My faith will stand


And I will call upon Your name

And keep my eyes above the waves

When oceans rise

My soul will rest in Your embrace

For I am Yours and You are mine


Your grace abounds in deepest waters

Your sovereign hand

Will be my guide

Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me

You’ve never failed and You won’t start now


Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders

Let me walk upon the waters

Wherever You would call me

Take me deeper than my faith could ever wander

And my faith will be made stronger 

In the presence of my saviour