Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
happay thanksgiving
tis that time again. today was a long day. went to sleep at 4:40 and woke up less than an hour later to go to the airport. gotta love them kdramas. I'm watching Baker King atm, and blah, one thing to learn from it so far, don't let people have any reason to suspect things are not what they are. live life, love life, don't splurge it on bling.
Today's airport check-in took less than twenty minutes and I got on right on time. After napping on and off through the flight, it felt so strange yet exciting to be back in LA. I took flyaway to van nuys; mom picked me up :! and we went to auntie's place. Ate dimsum, came HOME, cut my hair, went shopping, now finally I can sleep. There's a strange feeling after being away for so long, like I'm expecting things to be different from what I remember, and then feeling elated when they are still as they were. Home seems so big now.
I should be more than happy
and be so very thankful,
I can't say life is crappy
even though my grades say bull.
But I do think I'm different now
with my pitcher brimmed full
grazing like a satisfied cow
and my hair no longer a bowl.
There's much to appreciate
and over much to meditate,
things here and immediate
and others there and collegiate.
I wish I could circumstantiate
but for another date
...that'll have to wait
Today's airport check-in took less than twenty minutes and I got on right on time. After napping on and off through the flight, it felt so strange yet exciting to be back in LA. I took flyaway to van nuys; mom picked me up :! and we went to auntie's place. Ate dimsum, came HOME, cut my hair, went shopping, now finally I can sleep. There's a strange feeling after being away for so long, like I'm expecting things to be different from what I remember, and then feeling elated when they are still as they were. Home seems so big now.
I should be more than happy
and be so very thankful,
I can't say life is crappy
even though my grades say bull.
But I do think I'm different now
with my pitcher brimmed full
grazing like a satisfied cow
and my hair no longer a bowl.
There's much to appreciate
and over much to meditate,
things here and immediate
and others there and collegiate.
I wish I could circumstantiate
but for another date
...that'll have to wait
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Church plant
Today was Fall Thanksgiving Retreat at Gracepoint. With no sleep and many things on my mind, I washed up at 7 and left at 8, not knowing at all what to expect. We got there a bit before 9, waited around and finally got our seats at the Kofman Auditorium at Alameda High. It wasn't until Pastor said that we would be inside all day did it occur to me that this would be a different type of retreat.
Churches from 新竹 Taiwan, Austin TX, Minneapolis Minnesota, San Diego, Riverside, Davis, San Diego, San Francisco, and here in Berkeley came together to hear testimonies about this past year. We had a brief time of praise, one lead by the usual group, and once by the middle school band. wow. The rest of the time was devoted to sharing what was going on in each of these churches and how God was working there. In all of these college campuses, God answered prayers and brought people out to the new church plants. But the harvest is plenty, but the workers few. It was amazing how things worked out for these new churches.
The sharing that brought me to tears that most was the InterHigh reflections. It reminded me of myself just these few years ago. It also reminded me of an unformulated desire to teach youth, among other things. More importantly, today's sharing time made me realize the magnitude of what people are doing in this church, and see really why they are leaving their lives behind to minister to college students and youth.
Today was a good time of fellowship. I found David from all those years back. 院院? Lots of reflection time, talking to brothers during lunch and dinner. Good day.
Churches from 新竹 Taiwan, Austin TX, Minneapolis Minnesota, San Diego, Riverside, Davis, San Diego, San Francisco, and here in Berkeley came together to hear testimonies about this past year. We had a brief time of praise, one lead by the usual group, and once by the middle school band. wow. The rest of the time was devoted to sharing what was going on in each of these churches and how God was working there. In all of these college campuses, God answered prayers and brought people out to the new church plants. But the harvest is plenty, but the workers few. It was amazing how things worked out for these new churches.
The sharing that brought me to tears that most was the InterHigh reflections. It reminded me of myself just these few years ago. It also reminded me of an unformulated desire to teach youth, among other things. More importantly, today's sharing time made me realize the magnitude of what people are doing in this church, and see really why they are leaving their lives behind to minister to college students and youth.
Today was a good time of fellowship. I found David from all those years back. 院院? Lots of reflection time, talking to brothers during lunch and dinner. Good day.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Expectancies
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I guess I can't trust phone blogging. This was supposed to be a post about class, but I guess not.
I guess I can't trust phone blogging. This was supposed to be a post about class, but I guess not.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Scattered
Yesterday, Gracepoint had a baptism service. Seventeen students were baptized at Williard. Before the actual baptisms, four people gave their testimonies. They were very touching, and I really connected with several aspects of each. Eric's really rang true for me in a way. Their statements made me want to write my own testimony. During discipleship, we read and memorized Ephesians 4:15. Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wave of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking in truth, we will in all things grow into him who is the Head, that is, Christ. We also read Matthew 7:15-27. Jenn said how we can't just straddle the fence, and it took me a while to understand what that meant. I chose verse 20 as my verse and titled the passage, Naked Fruit... Naked Fruit. Stop Straddling the Fence. How poignant these words are to me right now. Before the service, Trung asked me if I was baptized; I said no. When he asked me what kept me from getting baptized, I truly could not say why. What really is keeping me away from that? I cannot say anymore. Before, it was because I was shy. Now I have no excuse. Yet, do I?
I grew up in the church, and my father is now a minister of not one, but two churches. I remember attending Sunday school, making crafts, vacation Bible schools, and fun. I don't remember, other than the stories, what I learned during those years. I truly wish now I had been able to grasp things back then, maybe memorize Scripture, but all I wanted to do back then was have fun. Graduating from the elementary school youth, I began to attend the English service at the church my family was a member of. I was never good with remembering names and connecting them with faces, and many of the aunties and uncles, I have forgotten how to address them now.
Even then, my mind was elsewhere during the messages, and the singing was just for fun. Yes, it was praise, but in the back of my mind, I never really understood why we were singing. I vaguely remember memorizing verses here and there, but I never brought it upon myself to read through the entire Bible. I still haven't.
The fun I mentioned included bullying the other kids my age, playing basketball, and trying to fit in with the cooler kids at school. I was never incorporated into a close group of friends and so when I entered middle school far from home, I didn't have much to leave behind. It was there that I had a change of heart about studying. I finally cared about what my grades were. I can still attribute that change to the HGM teachers, especially Mr. Blurton. While this was a good thing for me, it also showed how poor I was at looking ahead. From there, all I focused on was school, and my own entertainment. I cared little for my family, and this progressed into high school. By ninth grade, I could connect with a few friends better than I could with my family. All I remember was rebelling against what my family wanted me to do, playing games and staying up nights to read and killing my eyes. I never really sat down with my parents to talk. When we did every so often, I remember our family talks ended up with debates and arguments between my parents and sisters. I rarely chimed in. We usually ended with prayer, and when we were supposed to go around the circle and say a few words, I would always scrunch up and not say anything. I felt I did not have anything to say. Whenever my dad asked me if I believed in Jesus Christ, I would say yes, but each consecutive time he asked me, I would take more time to respond. I didn't understand what it meant to really have Jesus Christ on the throne of my life. I couldn't conceptualize someone controlling my life, and even less a Spirit I could not understand.
Tenth grade, my family moved, this time farther away from our friends. I didn't have a real say in the matter because my dad had been studying in seminary for a few years and now found a calling to serve in this distant church. I couldn't say no, never found the guts to say no. But there was no real reason to say no either... really. However, after a while, I began disliking where I was, I felt secluded, and all there was to do was work and my parents discouraged me from playing games. I began to feel like there was no reason to keep studying and working if all I could do was stay there. I often wanted to end it. Those thoughts had haunted me since I was younger. Whenever things did not go my way, my mind would wander and sometimes I really wanted to kill myself. I even fantasized bringing others down with me. I laughed at Columbine with the schemes I thought of. Thankfully, I never had the guts, not the drive to do anything of this sort.
I remember confronting my parents with the lack of connection I felt with them because they saw I was depressed. I had held in my anger and emotions for too long and I once burst, acted dumb and really hurt my parents' feeling. In the midst of their church troubles, I was being a burden to them. I ignored them and I became cynical to all the things they said; my face became pimply; my eyes became scary to look at. I had not realized it, but I was becoming the rebellious son. I remember hearing and reading about that story, but I had never thought that could be me. And there was no reason for me to be. I had not run away. After a fight with my parents, they agreed to bring me to other churches to join a group there. That changed me, a little. I saw a little more of how my parents cared for me, but it was still difficult to love them. The rest of high school was more memorable, and I enjoyed going more, but my spiritual life suffered. I was ashamed of myself, but I could not say anything. I could not voice my troubles. I couldn't and still can't find people to express my troubles to. Even the words above do not break the ice of how pitiful my life so few years ago.
For the longest time, and even now I know I am different. I can feel it inside and when I take the time to think about it, I KNOW with certainty that I am different than anyone else in this world. I'm not one of these other people I see out there. I am me. This did not inflate my ego, but it did make me realize that I should do my best in everything I do. Academically, I did my best, as best as grades dictated. However, I never really grew spiritually. Looking back, I realize that I had not placed God in my life because if I did, then I would have to do my best there too, and I didn't want to switch God with the concrete grades I received in school. I strove all I could to get that A, because if I did, I received some recognition from other people. I realize now that God was working in my life even then, because he gave me friends during my senior year who were not just my friends because of my grades. I got closer to this group of friends, and I realized that grades were not everything. Yet, I could not let go. My habits, while great in the eyes of a non-Christian, were not what God wanted them to be.
I am now in college, seeking to strength my faith, but still I am fragmented, and as fragmented as ever. I am split between several fellowships. I am split between what I will do with my life and letting God take control of my life. I am split between pleasing myself by spending my time on myself and spending time with others. For a long time, I had realized that I cried whenever something sad happened to someone I knew. But I could never act. I thought I was caring, but I really wasn't. My tears don't mean much to another person who is already in tears. I am a broken little boy, in need of guidance, in need of love, in need of support and in need of God.
I found some of that at Gracepoint and Livingwater. But I need to help myself first. Earlier, when people asked me about baptism, I avoided the question because I did not want to face it. I was scared. Of what? I don't know. Everyone in my family has been baptized, even my younger sister, but I have still been holding off. I don't know why. Reading over Gracepoint's website information about membership a few months ago, I read a few testimonies, I also read up on why baptism was done. While I had done a research paper on baptism for my senior essay, I realized how little I really took to heart what baptism was. It is done in obedience to Jesus Christ, as a public statement of m salvation, and as a personal statement of how far I have come. Or this is how I see it now. I want to get baptized, but first I need to make sure I am saved. How to do that? Stop straddling the fence and truly dedicate my life to Jesus.
The discipleship talk about people calling themselves Christians but not really being Christian. I didn't give it a second thought; I even snickered when Steve said that he was glad that we came to discipleship at all. I call myself a Christian, but am I really saved? Am I really growing fruit? Can I do it? Can I really live my life differently? I'll have to be obedient first.
-----
I'm too tired for passing words.
Seeing my accomplishments as turds,
Of little I can really be proud
all my dreams now a thinning cloud
God, I need you here,
of loneliness I fear.
Guide me where you will
My life is yours to fill
You have touched me,
and I think I now see
that you desire my all
and not what man says he saw.
I grew up in the church, and my father is now a minister of not one, but two churches. I remember attending Sunday school, making crafts, vacation Bible schools, and fun. I don't remember, other than the stories, what I learned during those years. I truly wish now I had been able to grasp things back then, maybe memorize Scripture, but all I wanted to do back then was have fun. Graduating from the elementary school youth, I began to attend the English service at the church my family was a member of. I was never good with remembering names and connecting them with faces, and many of the aunties and uncles, I have forgotten how to address them now.
Even then, my mind was elsewhere during the messages, and the singing was just for fun. Yes, it was praise, but in the back of my mind, I never really understood why we were singing. I vaguely remember memorizing verses here and there, but I never brought it upon myself to read through the entire Bible. I still haven't.
The fun I mentioned included bullying the other kids my age, playing basketball, and trying to fit in with the cooler kids at school. I was never incorporated into a close group of friends and so when I entered middle school far from home, I didn't have much to leave behind. It was there that I had a change of heart about studying. I finally cared about what my grades were. I can still attribute that change to the HGM teachers, especially Mr. Blurton. While this was a good thing for me, it also showed how poor I was at looking ahead. From there, all I focused on was school, and my own entertainment. I cared little for my family, and this progressed into high school. By ninth grade, I could connect with a few friends better than I could with my family. All I remember was rebelling against what my family wanted me to do, playing games and staying up nights to read and killing my eyes. I never really sat down with my parents to talk. When we did every so often, I remember our family talks ended up with debates and arguments between my parents and sisters. I rarely chimed in. We usually ended with prayer, and when we were supposed to go around the circle and say a few words, I would always scrunch up and not say anything. I felt I did not have anything to say. Whenever my dad asked me if I believed in Jesus Christ, I would say yes, but each consecutive time he asked me, I would take more time to respond. I didn't understand what it meant to really have Jesus Christ on the throne of my life. I couldn't conceptualize someone controlling my life, and even less a Spirit I could not understand.
Tenth grade, my family moved, this time farther away from our friends. I didn't have a real say in the matter because my dad had been studying in seminary for a few years and now found a calling to serve in this distant church. I couldn't say no, never found the guts to say no. But there was no real reason to say no either... really. However, after a while, I began disliking where I was, I felt secluded, and all there was to do was work and my parents discouraged me from playing games. I began to feel like there was no reason to keep studying and working if all I could do was stay there. I often wanted to end it. Those thoughts had haunted me since I was younger. Whenever things did not go my way, my mind would wander and sometimes I really wanted to kill myself. I even fantasized bringing others down with me. I laughed at Columbine with the schemes I thought of. Thankfully, I never had the guts, not the drive to do anything of this sort.
I remember confronting my parents with the lack of connection I felt with them because they saw I was depressed. I had held in my anger and emotions for too long and I once burst, acted dumb and really hurt my parents' feeling. In the midst of their church troubles, I was being a burden to them. I ignored them and I became cynical to all the things they said; my face became pimply; my eyes became scary to look at. I had not realized it, but I was becoming the rebellious son. I remember hearing and reading about that story, but I had never thought that could be me. And there was no reason for me to be. I had not run away. After a fight with my parents, they agreed to bring me to other churches to join a group there. That changed me, a little. I saw a little more of how my parents cared for me, but it was still difficult to love them. The rest of high school was more memorable, and I enjoyed going more, but my spiritual life suffered. I was ashamed of myself, but I could not say anything. I could not voice my troubles. I couldn't and still can't find people to express my troubles to. Even the words above do not break the ice of how pitiful my life so few years ago.
For the longest time, and even now I know I am different. I can feel it inside and when I take the time to think about it, I KNOW with certainty that I am different than anyone else in this world. I'm not one of these other people I see out there. I am me. This did not inflate my ego, but it did make me realize that I should do my best in everything I do. Academically, I did my best, as best as grades dictated. However, I never really grew spiritually. Looking back, I realize that I had not placed God in my life because if I did, then I would have to do my best there too, and I didn't want to switch God with the concrete grades I received in school. I strove all I could to get that A, because if I did, I received some recognition from other people. I realize now that God was working in my life even then, because he gave me friends during my senior year who were not just my friends because of my grades. I got closer to this group of friends, and I realized that grades were not everything. Yet, I could not let go. My habits, while great in the eyes of a non-Christian, were not what God wanted them to be.
I am now in college, seeking to strength my faith, but still I am fragmented, and as fragmented as ever. I am split between several fellowships. I am split between what I will do with my life and letting God take control of my life. I am split between pleasing myself by spending my time on myself and spending time with others. For a long time, I had realized that I cried whenever something sad happened to someone I knew. But I could never act. I thought I was caring, but I really wasn't. My tears don't mean much to another person who is already in tears. I am a broken little boy, in need of guidance, in need of love, in need of support and in need of God.
I found some of that at Gracepoint and Livingwater. But I need to help myself first. Earlier, when people asked me about baptism, I avoided the question because I did not want to face it. I was scared. Of what? I don't know. Everyone in my family has been baptized, even my younger sister, but I have still been holding off. I don't know why. Reading over Gracepoint's website information about membership a few months ago, I read a few testimonies, I also read up on why baptism was done. While I had done a research paper on baptism for my senior essay, I realized how little I really took to heart what baptism was. It is done in obedience to Jesus Christ, as a public statement of m salvation, and as a personal statement of how far I have come. Or this is how I see it now. I want to get baptized, but first I need to make sure I am saved. How to do that? Stop straddling the fence and truly dedicate my life to Jesus.
The discipleship talk about people calling themselves Christians but not really being Christian. I didn't give it a second thought; I even snickered when Steve said that he was glad that we came to discipleship at all. I call myself a Christian, but am I really saved? Am I really growing fruit? Can I do it? Can I really live my life differently? I'll have to be obedient first.
-----
I'm too tired for passing words.
Seeing my accomplishments as turds,
Of little I can really be proud
all my dreams now a thinning cloud
God, I need you here,
of loneliness I fear.
Guide me where you will
My life is yours to fill
You have touched me,
and I think I now see
that you desire my all
and not what man says he saw.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
TC Crazy
Today was TC- Thanksgiving Celebration, and dang did people celebrate.
It was raining this morning. Yesterday night was day light savings time change; it'll start to get dark really early soon. I didn't exactly get that one hour of extra sleep because I went to sleep at 3, woke up at 9 (really 8). We went to Jack N the box for breakfast after practicing for Discipleship's part of TC. :] yum, fries and sourdough
Service and TC were at Kofman Auditorium ~ comfy chairs and lunch got to me for a bit. I finally got myself awake.
I really liked the message. Pastor Ed continued his message on ingratitude. I wasn't there the past two Sundays, but he summarized them a bitz. I realized while he was speaking that I had that attitude before and I understood, a bit better how being ungrateful or P In Great~ was a sad way to live. Indeed, people who gives thanks to others tend to be more cheerful, more able to be a successful person, someone who people will be happy to help next time around.
Joyland's letters to James and Jessica were really moving. It really showed how thanks and appreciation can affect people... even if we don't see it at the time, but look back and think about it.
Then there was TC. wooo. All of Gracepoint's fellowships came together, one after the other to present how they were thankful this past year. There was so much going on, people singing, others dancing, people dancing and singing, others performing. So intense. It was impossible to take in everything there was so much going on. Element's performance was one of the coolest. Fishers of Men :] sung to the Poke'mon theme song. They were wearing skinny jeans apparently. I didn't even notice. haha. At times, it looked like they were just doing some random walking around, but I realized after that it wasn't. That one girl who had to decide between putting on the glasses. :O so saddening, and yet so true. We do try to fit in. There was also A2F's OT dance. haha. fun
It was interesting how many groups rapped to their dances :]
Today was a great day
there's so much to say.
I'm losing things left and right,
a pencil case; a jacket, white.
This poem is getting real lame.
Wait, this ain't the same.
It's just a stream of thoughts
of those I suddenly have lots.
So many dancing weeples.
I mean students and other peoples.
An epic koinonia dance battle.
your brains with song we addle
Then an early turkey dinner
where we all were a winner
I met more people- that's always good,
as we feasted over tons of food.
Thanks we should give
and life we should live.
Here's to a great year,
I almost want to tear.
Cheers~
It was raining this morning. Yesterday night was day light savings time change; it'll start to get dark really early soon. I didn't exactly get that one hour of extra sleep because I went to sleep at 3, woke up at 9 (really 8). We went to Jack N the box for breakfast after practicing for Discipleship's part of TC. :] yum, fries and sourdough
Service and TC were at Kofman Auditorium ~ comfy chairs and lunch got to me for a bit. I finally got myself awake.
I really liked the message. Pastor Ed continued his message on ingratitude. I wasn't there the past two Sundays, but he summarized them a bitz. I realized while he was speaking that I had that attitude before and I understood, a bit better how being ungrateful or P In Great~ was a sad way to live. Indeed, people who gives thanks to others tend to be more cheerful, more able to be a successful person, someone who people will be happy to help next time around.
Joyland's letters to James and Jessica were really moving. It really showed how thanks and appreciation can affect people... even if we don't see it at the time, but look back and think about it.
Then there was TC. wooo. All of Gracepoint's fellowships came together, one after the other to present how they were thankful this past year. There was so much going on, people singing, others dancing, people dancing and singing, others performing. So intense. It was impossible to take in everything there was so much going on. Element's performance was one of the coolest. Fishers of Men :] sung to the Poke'mon theme song. They were wearing skinny jeans apparently. I didn't even notice. haha. At times, it looked like they were just doing some random walking around, but I realized after that it wasn't. That one girl who had to decide between putting on the glasses. :O so saddening, and yet so true. We do try to fit in. There was also A2F's OT dance. haha. fun
It was interesting how many groups rapped to their dances :]
Today was a great day
there's so much to say.
I'm losing things left and right,
a pencil case; a jacket, white.
This poem is getting real lame.
Wait, this ain't the same.
It's just a stream of thoughts
of those I suddenly have lots.
So many dancing weeples.
I mean students and other peoples.
An epic koinonia dance battle.
your brains with song we addle
Then an early turkey dinner
where we all were a winner
I met more people- that's always good,
as we feasted over tons of food.
Thanks we should give
and life we should live.
Here's to a great year,
I almost want to tear.
Cheers~
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Half Complete
LivingWater Retreat this weekend was very different from Koin's. After going to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk, we went on the beach for a whiles. Fun in the cold cold water + jumping pictures. I played my first games of laser tag. Quite intense. I can't see for shizzle. Afterward, we drove up to Prayer Mountain and had a short worship time. Lisa shared a message, her sermon, about.... >_> I still remember Mike's message from later that evening, even though I was really tired. His was about digging and the sand and the houses on the rock. Being a disciple is a like digging to the bedrock below the sand. There were a lot of things that can be interpreted differently. I think that's why I remembered so well. I have notes somewhere. need to find em. Overall, Saturday was a great day, tiring because I went to sleep Sunday morning at 5, but I really enjoyed it.
I wish I could blog more, and put my thoughts down more often. It seems like things occur so fast and I can't remember what happens. Today for computer science, I know was feeling a bit drowsy like I always do, but I stayed awake through the entire lecture. I may have closed my eyes and let the words .... go over my head, but I stayed awake. :< However, after class, I had the hardest time remembering what we talked about in class. Meta-circular evaluators, scheme-1, logo, the environment model, anything else? I don't remember.
I still have yet to settle down on a fellowship. Wow. I'm missing LW's sg right now. ugh, too much stuff going on. I should have thought ahead. I haven't been going to IV sg/lg, only Bible Studies. I'm finally seeing how being spread out so much is a bad idea. I just had sushi for dinner. Something called White Christmas, then the usual cali roll and crunchy roll. yum. I also had cold noodles and kimchi. nom nom. that's why I missed sg :<>
TC is going on this Sunday. O dang. time to dance :]
I should get back to reading but.!
It's that time when
we look back again
at this year gone by,
and maybe find out why
or better yet, appreciate
this year, as of late.
I have many things to say,
but that'd take all day,
and so I'll simply say,
This year was amazing
I really enjoyed senior year
and all the people I talked to
I wish I had more time
but that's not a reality
or maybe it could be
College is a real challenge
I pray to God I'll manage.
I'm thankful for friends,
for those we made amends,
for those who I can hang to,
for those who to life are true,
I'm thankful for family,
I want to say ily
I wish I could blog more, and put my thoughts down more often. It seems like things occur so fast and I can't remember what happens. Today for computer science, I know was feeling a bit drowsy like I always do, but I stayed awake through the entire lecture. I may have closed my eyes and let the words .... go over my head, but I stayed awake. :< However, after class, I had the hardest time remembering what we talked about in class. Meta-circular evaluators, scheme-1, logo, the environment model, anything else? I don't remember.
I still have yet to settle down on a fellowship. Wow. I'm missing LW's sg right now. ugh, too much stuff going on. I should have thought ahead. I haven't been going to IV sg/lg, only Bible Studies. I'm finally seeing how being spread out so much is a bad idea. I just had sushi for dinner. Something called White Christmas, then the usual cali roll and crunchy roll. yum. I also had cold noodles and kimchi. nom nom. that's why I missed sg :<>
TC is going on this Sunday. O dang. time to dance :]
I should get back to reading but.!
It's that time when
we look back again
at this year gone by,
and maybe find out why
or better yet, appreciate
this year, as of late.
I have many things to say,
but that'd take all day,
and so I'll simply say,
This year was amazing
I really enjoyed senior year
and all the people I talked to
I wish I had more time
but that's not a reality
or maybe it could be
College is a real challenge
I pray to God I'll manage.
I'm thankful for friends,
for those we made amends,
for those who I can hang to,
for those who to life are true,
I'm thankful for family,
I want to say ily
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