Savior

By Philip Lam
A.M.D.G.
October 7, 2006

Lord save me from this misery
No longer can I hold it in
The more I conceal it
The more my heart weakens
I feel like the end is near
My dying breath is almost here
I feel as if my heart was being beaten
My breathing is laden with weariness.

Every time a wrong is opened
And the world knows
I will feel the very sin that scourged You
The very devil that tempted You
The very guilt that burden You
The very evil that crucified You
This pain is unbearable
Yet You bore threw it for all of us.

After my sin is made known
I shut myself in exile
Not wishing to be seen out of shame
Though I know that I am loved
I fear the resentment and blame
But most of all I fear I have lost Thee
I know I am forgiven if I ask,
Oh most merciful dove, who flies from above.

I do not feel worthy to ask
Forgiveness from You
Who has shown so much mercy
That I’ve repaid in sin
Oh blessed Savior who has never wronged me
How can I ask for forgiveness?
When I’ve asked thousands of times already
And have still not turned from evil

I can now ask thee for forgiveness
Because I know that You will forgive me
Who has caused so much wrong
Because you are an ever forgiving God
Who forgives even those who have fallen into deep sin and then repented
For You are our Savior that died for our sins.

Anger of The Ocean

By Philip Lam
Based upon
A Sea Song by Allan Cunningham
September 26, 2006

A stormy stretch and an abounding sea
A squall that follows fast,
And fills the black and hollowed sails
And swerves the devilish mast;
And swerves the devilish mast, my boys,
While, like vultures feed we are,
Away the treacherous ship flies and flees
Old England on the lee.

“O for a harsh and brutal wind”
I heard bad thief cry;
But give to me the croaking gale
And blood red waves, with diving sail;
And blood red waves, with diving sail, my lads,
The treacherous ship loose and staved,
The world of waters is our prison,
And with darkness we are slaved.

There’s maelstrom in yon pallor moon,
And lighting in yon smog
But deafen the Siren’s, song
The gale has entranced thy fog
The gale has entranced thy fog, my boys,
The beating of thy heart is bound,
While the black flag be our domain,
Our souls will never be found.

“O farewell, I bid you adieu, aye, cruel creatures of earth I do.”
I screamed these words with posthaste,
To our black flag I do salute;
For our ship has quicken its paste,
For our ship has quicken its paste, my lads
Near to the oceans depths we are,
The crimson sea has come to claim,
The soul of mine into his domain.

Watching in Silence

By Philip Lam
A.M.D.G.
October 2, 2006

I watched thee day by day, in silence
I hear thy lustrous voice
That radiates through the land
Like a gentle breeze that sweeps over the spring leaves
I’ve beheld thy wondrous beauty
That lures every man up high
Like the stunning fireworks adorning the July sky.

This I’ve seen in silence
Within the shadows of thy presence
Not daring to ask if you share
The flaming passion that I hold with care.


The more I look upon thy splendid yet unfathomable face
The more I wonder if you do
For I fear to ask
Not knowing if I could bare
The answer of that task.

So here I am in silence waiting for a sign
That will shed some light
Upon the question that is concealed in my mind.

I tell you this now,
No other will dwell in my mind
But you, oh I wish I could tell
But until that time comes
I’ll be watching in silence
For that awaited sign oh the love of mine.

Glorified by Christ

By Philip Lam
A.M.D.G.
September 28, 2006

I’ve sinned and now I’ve fallen
O, how I wish I could redo
For the devilish things I’ve done
Have only caused agony, in everything I do
O, I know these deeds pleasurable
But in the end my only reward
Was eternal torment
In the world of the dead
With no mercy to look toward.

Moment after moment I am given pain
I feel as if wrapped in steaming metal
Step after step is like knifes under my feet
My lungs are as if I were breathing in fire
And my eye as if I were searing the very essences
I suffer and suffer yet do not perish
My wounds are ever piercing
I try to run but to no avail, they are everywhere
And I am lost in their evil abyss never to be freed nor die.

If you let me live once more
I’ll promise to be righteous
Though I do not know Your ways
I’ll ask Thee to teach my day after day and after I have learned
I’ll seek out others to teach them
I am not worthy of Thy grace
But only give the command and I shall be redeemed
You are an ever forgiving God
Who has mercy on those who hate and despise.

O hark to the good angel who sings thy merry songs
With joyous love greater then all the pleasure in the world
I join in song with thy radiant angels
Here there is no sorrow no pain nor guilt
Only kindness and love, that comes from above
And there is neither temptation nor lustful acts
Here there is equal ness among all
And no man is lower then the otherBut above all there is God our loving father.

Blood of Our Ancestors

By Philip Lam
A.M.D.G.
October 4, 2006

Within me flows the blood of our ancestors,
Both valiant and treacherous alike,
And in my veins
Runs the blood of great and powerful nations
Whose reign brought both peaceful and warlike times
I come from the great and barbaric Huns of China
Who terrorized all of Europe
And I hold in my blood, the blood of the mighty Mongols
Whose battle tactics were superb
Huns and Mongols were barbarians, so a barbarian am I.

They had great skill, so with my ancestor’s wish
I’ll come and reclaim all that has fallen
And yet again will we be powerful
We shall reign for thousands of years
As a barbarian nation that shed no tears
I’ve learn the tactics of old and new
Made by the generals who have fought and died
Though our numbers may be few
In time we will grow into a nation
Who will conquer every foe.

In honor of the mighty Mongols
And of the heroic Huns
I will stand and fight
For what remains of that once great empire
That shook the world in anger
I am a barbarian who does not except defeat
My heart and my soul
Are made to be great, I am a leader
Who will bring my brethren to their feet
To become an empire that was long forgotten.

My brethren will raise their head
And cry the battle cry of old
A cry so fierce it strikes terror into the hearts of those who witness it
We are the barbarian barriers
And there is only one thing I will change
From the barbaric way
Their god, that led them to their destruction
My God, the one true God, will guide us to victory
Onward I say to redeem the great empire that was forged
By the blood of our ancestors.

Patriot

By Philip Lam
A.M.D.G.
September 28, 2006

A war torn land, sheathed with the bodies of the brave
With rival they lay, never again shall they see the day
New regiments gallantly ride into the blood forsaken land,
Were their brothers have fought and died.

“My God and my Lord have pity on me”
I heard young soldier cry as I watched him die
“Strengthen me my God my time is not now”
I said this in silence with my head in a bow.

The soldiers who once held high their head
With fire and victory in their eye
Now they hold their head sunk low
Their eyes are filled with despair and defeat.

But now with inspiration from above,
That returned to them, the fury that burnt within them all
They raise their head for one last call, with a battle cry and heads held high
They make one last march into the enemy line.

With loaded guns and a rebel yell
They charge the enemy line
They clash together in a blur of smoke
They’re neck-and-neck, not knowing friend from foe.

With drums booming, and voices blazing
The soldiers of the war come home
Cheers and shouts ring out for all the brave and bold
“The patriots have returned.” they yelled “And victorious have we come.”

On those days to come there was no feasting and celebration
But mourning and remembrance for all the dead and gone
Many families lost a son or father in that dreaded war
But most of all who feels the sting are the soldiers who endured.

But after all is said and done, and all mourning has ceased
They will raise their heads again with joyous praise to God
And together they will share in gratitude the beautiful “Amen”

But never will they forget that war that killed so many good men.