Take Me Away

Teach me to rest (Silence my heart, Lord)
Teach me to rest in You (Silence my heart)
Teach me to rest (Silence my heart, Lord)
Teach me to rest in You, take me away
And make me Your own
O my King, make me Your own.

I'm so exhausted that this morning, I woke up tired. After more than 8 hours of sleep. On a Sunday. Geez.

The day before that, for the first time since I started serving at He Cares - scratch that, for the first time since goodness knows when - I slept through my alarm. My noisy, vibrating, very annoying phone alarm (it sounds like someone impatiently flipping through radio stations). Not just through the alarm itself but through all its snooze reminders, from 6:00 to 11:00 a.m., when I finally opened one eye to see what time it was. Eek. The spirit was willing, but the body overruled. Much to my horror and dismay, especially since I was supposed to cook...but since I'd been sick the day before and got caught by the coup chaos, they'd probably already taken precautionary measures. I didn't even make it to afternoon intercession, or to any of my other evening appointments, for that matter. Very unlike me, if I may say so. I was just so tired!

Draw me to come (Nearer Your throne, Lord)
Draw me to come to You (Nearer Your throne)
Draw me to come (Nearer Your throne, Lord)
Draw me to come to You, take me away
And make me Your own
O my King, make me Your own

And today, on the way to and from Cali for a day trip, I kept dozing off in the car (good thing I wasn't driving!), even worse than Ney who'd been up all night with a bum stomach. My back was hurting, I didn't feel too chatty; all I could do was watch the dogs and the monkey and the birds and wish I were as simple an animal as they are (I don't even think that's a grammatically correct sentence, but whuttheheck). I guess I'm just rundown and dog-tired. Saint-Bernard/Great-Dane/Bull-Mastiff tired.

Purify me (Mold me anew, Lord)
Purify me for You (Mold me anew)
Puriy me (Mold me anew, Lord)
Purify me for You, take me away
And make me Your own
O my King, make me Your own

It probably didn't help very much that I've been very bad with my hours these last couple of weeks - having too much of a good time with friends old and new, especially the last few days/nights/er, mornings. It's not as if I haven't been through "worse," but the combined exhaustion from service and socializing and stress has been taking its toll. I'm physically and mentally in need of rejuvenation - not to mention spiritually - and this stupid politicking going on in the country's capital isn't making me feel any better.

Don't even get me started...I'm sick to the stomach of all of these clowns posturing and standing on their heads in their ridiculous attempts at power play. Administration, opposition, leftists, rightists, fascists, loyalists, "humanists," animists, cultists - it's disgusting, because you can see right through them. All they really want is power, in one way or another, and the silliest thing is that while they all seem so "united" in their opposition against the current administration, we all know that they'll be at each other's throats again the minute they get what they want. We've been through one too many EDSAs and disastrous aftermaths not to notice the ugly cycle. The problem is that we always put the exact same person in power - he or she just happens to be a different size, shape, gender, or political color, but they're all the same, at bottom. I don't understand why all these people can be so shortsighted - my only question, which no one has answered thus far to my satisfaction (legally, much less otherwise), is: THEN WHAT?? Put any other person in the Presidency by whatever means - snap election, "vox populi," or good grief, constitutional succession - and by golly you can be 150% sure that in three days many of these very same jerks will be back on the streets again for EDSA 5,6,7...a horrific thought, very much like the innumerable Nightmare on Elm Street sequels. Then again, I'd take Freddie Krueger over any of these people, any time. I don't know when I got this jaded, but you will never get me to EDSA or any of those rallying points again just to put the "same person" in power. I suppose the common Filipino has been used one too many times for his own good...and that he's finally wised up to it. Better to be united behind Manny Pacquiao, but even if they manage to get him elected President, you can be sure they'll cut him down before he ever knew what hit him. I love my country, but politicians and those politicians who pretend not to be are the scourge of the land and my pet peeves. Growl.

May I give joy (Praise to the Father)
May I give joy to You (Praise to the Son)
May I give joy (Praise to the Spirit)
May I give joy to You, take me away
And make me Your own
O my King, make me Your own.


I'm sure I'm not giving any joy to my Father with all this ranting - but I'm very quickly getting sucked into the quicksand of the city's negative energy and am too tired to struggle (no wonder I only have the energy to complain). Good thing I have a radical sabbatical coming up - to rest, refresh, and restore in green pastures...and to spend time with the Shepherd in a place where I can more clearly hear His voice.

Take me away, and make me Your own...O my King, make me Your own. :-)