The Reader
Hello strangers, I'm Mary Evangeline. (:
Just call me Mary for short
Studied in Holy Innocents' Primary School
Primary 1-4F, 5D and 6H
And Holy Innocents' High School
Secondary 1-2 Charity and 3-4 Integrity
Currently studying in Nanyang Poly
In the process of becoming a nurse!
CCA were brownies, choir and voice ensemble
I play the piano
Oh, And proud to be a Roman Catholic
Bible verse
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Friday, August 24, 2007
Psalm 90
(a prayer of Moses, the man of God)
Lord, you have been our refuge
though all the generations.
Before the mountains were born,
the earth and the world brought forth,
from eternity to eternity you are God.
A thousand years in your eyes
are merely a yesterday.
But humans you return to dust,
saying, "Return, you mortals!"
Before a watch passes in the night,
you have brought them to their end;
They disappear like sleep at dawn;
they are like grass that dies.
It sprouts green in the morning;
by evening it is dry and withered.
Truly we are consumed by your anger,
filled with terror by your wrath.
You have kept our faults before you,
our hidden sins exosed to your sight.
Our life ebbs away under your wrath;
our years end like a sigh.
Seventy is the sum of our years,
or eighty, if we are strong;
Most of them are sorrow and toil;
they pass quickly, we are all but gone.
Who comprehends your terrible anger?
Your wrath matches the fear it inspires.
Teach us to ocunt our days aright,
that we may gain wisdom of heart.
Relent, O Lord! How long?
Have pity on your servants!
Fill us at daybreak with your love,
that all our days we may sing for joy.
Make us glad as many days as you humbled us,
for as many years as we have trouble.
Show your deeds to your servants,
your glory to their children.
May the favour of the Lord our God be ours.
Prosper the work of our hands!
Prosper the work of our hands!
Gabriel was taken away by God at 7.30am this morning. I think we'll all miss him, but hey, he should be having a good time in heaven now. =)
9:29 PM