There were many tears in the chapel last Friday when one of our first years sung this as a part of her testimony. I love this old song by Twila Paris.It's strange but Bible College is full of tears - there are always struggles to deal with, God's grace to rejoice in and amazing testimonies of how God provides. This is what I love best - wounded soldiers will hopefully make the best soul healers.
If you sat in the Friday chapels where the testimonies of all first years are shared, you'd be amazed. We have amongst us ex-gangsters, drug addicts, suicidal and depressed people, people from broken families, friends who have recovered from near-fatal illnesses, all studying to become pastors one day soon. I am not making a bad name for my college - I feel it is an amazing testimony of how God calls people and changes their lives completely. I am always humbled and awed.
Last week was a difficult one for me. I was very sick, and had 3 assignments and a quiz to do but felt too ill to do them. Plus a whole lot of tuition sessions, some of them which turned out very unpleasant. Am so grateful for Mark and my family's support to have finished it all. :)
I must admit there have been times this term that I have not been sure if I can really make it through and finish my course, and yet when I hear testimonies from my classmates of how they came to Singapore from their home countries not even knowing if visas could be confirmed or without knowing how they would even be able to pay the fees for this semester, I am humbled. I am even more humbled to hear of how God provides in answer to their quiet prayers of faith, of envelopes that mysteriously appear in their mailboxes with the exact amounts they need to pay fees, but just for this semester. And how they will trust God with the rest of the semesters.
If nothing else, seminary education has been a constant humbling experience for me, and it has been a journey of bringing my faith to yet another level, though I still continually fall short. But for the grace of God I am what I am :).
A Warrior is A Child
Lately I've been winning battles left and right
But even winners can get wounded in the fight
People say that I'm amazing
Strong beyond my years
But they don't see inside of me
I'm hiding all the tears
(Chorus)
They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know who picks me up when no one is around
I drop my sword and cry for just a while
'Cause deep inside this armour
The warrior is a child
Unafraid because his armour is the best
But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest
People say that I'm amazing
Never face retreat
But they don't see the enemies
That lay me at His feet
Chorus x2
I drop my sword and look up for His smile
Because deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
Deep inside this armour
The Warrior is a Child
