My Man.

A rhyme. No, I don't have a boyfriend. But it was fun to come up with this. :)

For a boy who's clueless:
I can't tell you how to be a man,
But I can tell you how to be my man.
Melt my heart with your chivalrous deeds,
Hold the door for me, help those in need,
Give me your jacket when I'm cold, or hug me instead,
Hold my hands, make me feel secure,
Take my hands; you lead,
Don't be a dictator or too much a democrat,
Take me to a place where we're both comfortable at,
Talk to me, be my best friend,
Love God first and love me then,
Cheer me up when I feel down,
Lend an ear, learn to calm me down,
Know my flaws and accept them all,
Be ready to be known, don't hold onto your ego,
Share everything with me,
Simple and complicated,
Even if it invokes anger or jealousy,
I rather the truth than something twisted,
Surprise me, romance me,
Doesn't need to be expensive,
Carry me like a kid,
Kiss me on the lips,
Tell me how you feel about me,
Whenever it comes to your mind,
Fight with me but don't let it last for a night,
Apologise first if I am stubborn,
I'll know my fault and then I'll ask for your pardon,
Joke with me, flirt with me,
Even when we're old,
Hold my hand and help me stand,
Correct me in quiet when I misunderstand,
Teach me when I'm wrong but don't embarass me,
Tease me all you want but never insult me,
Go through trials with me,
Don't ever think of leaving me,
Pray for me and our future,
Pray for those who need a cure,
Love me more than you love your money,
Speak out words as sweet as honey,
Though tis' much I ask overwhelms,
Just be who you are,
If you truly love God, then me,
These will naturally be up to par.
Then one day, when we have kids, we'll teach them how to love,
Don't be frightened, be patient with me, as I as well would love to do all of the above,
For you.

Janelle C.

Daughter or Servant?

A few weeks ago, I went to the market with my parents and Uncle W and Aunty B. I followed the men to buy fruits as I usually do (yes, I like checking out the fruits). After some time spent on fruit-shopping, the two uncles (my dad and Uncle W) took their "shopping bags" and headed to the car. Naturally, as my dad's daughter I would take his "shopping bags", which I did. So now my dad is left empty-handed. He talked to Uncle W as we headed for the car and I followed behind. And I saw. I saw one man free of "shopping bag" because his daughter came along and another man carrying his load. And it got a thought into my head.

I am not my father's servant but as I am his daughter, I would naturally serve him.
If I was his servant, I still would not be his daughter no matter what.
But if I was his daughter (which I was, and am still), I would naturally be his servant.

If I was my Father's daughter, I would naturally be His servant.
So I guess serving comes naturally to all those who knows God as their Father in Heaven. :)
As the Bible says, in one of the books written by the apostle Paul, He has adopted us as children through what Christ has done on the cross.

Just something to think about. :)

Char Siew Pau.