Friday, October 19, 2007

God, Shower Down Your Rain

Laijon Liu (2007.10.20)

God, shower down Your oily rain,
Your long-awaited drippling grace;
Stir Your mighty gushing winds,
Your awakening thundering bliss;
Shine upon Your golden ripened grains,
Your living seed for our unseen faith;
Show us Your kindly smiling face,
Your promised gift for our true peace.

This poemprayer is inspired from a very famous death poem, 'Do not stand at my grave and weep'. I deeply believe the author holds deep faith for God, death to him is new beginning. So I wrote this poemprayer, which also regards about death by borrowing the scenes from the poem: rain, winds, grains, snow for grace, bliss, faith, and peace.

Rain/Water cleanses, the flood, or baptism, bodily death and spiritually reborn.
Winds goes with thunder, voice of Almighty, Spirit of God, pronounces Law and Grace.
Grains, seeds, sow and grow, death to & for life, to God's triumphant time.
Snow, rest and peace.

Source Poem:
Collected From

An early version, printed by others on postcards:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Friday, October 5, 2007

God, I Can

by Laijon Liu 2007.10.05

God, I can see You in a mirror,
If I be humble and kind enough.

God, I can hear Your word of music,
If I seal my lips and focus.

God, I can stretch Your mighty hands,
If I am caring and generous.

God, I can speak in Your thunder,
If I be truthful and brave.

God, I can walk in Your famous sandals,
If my each step is for peace.

God, I can taste Your fruit of Wise,
If I grow a stomach of faith.

God, I can do all things You do,
If I truly follow the step of Grace.

God, I can serve Your will,
If I receive the message of Christ.

God, I can,
Coz/If in You I believe.

This poemprayer is to encourage all servants of Christ.
I think I sound pretty proud in this poemprayer, especially the last line. This to me is a self-examination poem, coz I don't ever recall I see God in a mirror, nor hear the word of music... I read and hear the words of Christ Jesus, but often wonder I really understand...
So, on the heading of the last line I put Coz/If to encourage/review when I need. I dare not to use "Coz" in every situation I know I am weak, and I pray I do not use "If" all my life, it is struggle now, but I believe one day I will take the "/If" off.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

A Prayer To My Suffering God

A Prayer To My Suffering God
by Laijon Liu (2007.10.04)
Edited by Dear Ms. Mary Fairchild

O Savior of my life,
Will you meet me in my death?
O Deliverer of my hope,
Will you free me in my peril?
O Healer of my soul,
Will you cure all my disease?

When I cry, shedding tears
Do you taste my bitterness?
When I strive, struggling to survive
Do you stand by and offer your hand?
When I give up, with shattered dreams
Do you pick up all the pieces?

O Listener of all my prayers,
In silence and thunders I wait for your answer.
O Comforter of my broken heart,
In lonely night I search for your solace.
O Helper of my weakened strength,
In unbearable burden I seek your relief.

O Maker of heavens and earth,
May I call you my God?
Even if I never know your name,
Even if I've done some shameful things,
Even if I betrayed you and ran away once.

But will you forgive me for all my wrongs?
Will you help me when I reach toward you with my tiny hands?
Will you grant me peace even though we battled all our lives?

People say you set the rules,
But I know you truly love.
When others judge my covers,
You attend my heart and mind.

When my road leads into dark storms,
You will light up my eyesight.
When I fall on hard ground,
You will lift me up to rise.

When I face hardship and scorn,
We will together share our portion.
When I suffer in a hopeless sickbed,
We will together battle in each breath.

When I'm lost alone and lingering,
You will be with me, and guide me home.
One day I'll die and depart,
But I truly believe
You will lift me up.

O God, our Savior, listen to our prayer.
Fill our hunger, heal our sickness,
Comfort our souls.
If you wish not to answer,
Then please wait for us,
Because we are about to shut our eyes.


This poem/prayer is for all of us who are suffering in sickness, injury, departure, loneliness, overwhelming regrets, unrecoverable embarrassment, and hopeless situations in this world. A painful cry of death, man's prayer, is an urgent request, but somehow and sometimes answered in silence.

We have some prayers that need to be answered, but we are confused by his 'silence.' Lessons in obedience and perseverance are how we try to understand God's will, but I believe God is with us in our suffering and pain. He bears much more than we could ever know. So I call him our suffering God.

Some prayers he answers in his perfect will, which is not always what we think. But no matter what, he takes his portion in our pain, and our death, he takes away. God is present with us in life and even in our death.