Tamak: Gift-Giving at Bethel Charisma Orphanage last December 22, 2009

A Taboo Of Becoming A Priest

My desire for the priesthood was at its crest. The unfailing charity of the Eternal God fills my heart as if I am already a priest.

The love of God does not only fill my heart but seals it with purity and unearthly motives.

I passed though a great decision – making in the past. The question whether bearing a priest or not was already settled.

I have said ‘Yes’ after the long period of discerning. I want to be a priest! But the question now is, “What type of priest do I like to be?”

In God’s overflowing grace and in His time, I am to be His priest. I am prostrate before the altar while the choir majestically sings the Liturgy to the Saints.

Entering into a seminary formation was and is my most fulfilling achievement in life.

Either a priesthood is a taboo or not, it’s God’s inner call within me.

WHO AM I?

Who am i

That the Lord of all the earth,

Would care to know my name,

Would care to feel my hurt.

Who am I?

That the bright and morning star,

Would choose to light the way,

For my ever wandering heart.

Bridge:

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

Chorus:

I am a flower quickly fading,

Here today and gone tomorrow,

A wave tossed in the ocean,

A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,

Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,

And you've told me who I am.

I am yours.

Who am I?

That the eyes that see my sin

Would look on me with love

And watch me rise again.

Who am I?

That the voice that calmed the sea,

Would call out through the rain,

And calm the storm in me.

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

I am a flower quickly fading,

Here today and gone tomorrow,

A wave tossed in the ocean,

A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,

Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,

And you've told me who I am.

I am yours.

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

I am a flower quickly fading,

Here today and gone tomorrow,

A wave tossed in the ocean,

A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,

Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,

And you've told me who I am.

I am yours.

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