FREEDOM
Here in my lonely, dimly lit room I stay.
Hoping to regain the freedom that got away.
Praying that once again the Lord will keep me,
guide me and bless me always everyday.
No longer can I raise my hand and move my feet away.
No more dancing like a swan in every way.
No longer can I hear the melody,
totally helpless I am here to stay.
Wait a moment, I should not feel this way.
For at last I have the time to pray.
A time to focus on priorities,
to thank Almighty God for the freedom afforded me.
copyright@Zenaida J. Irinco-Ip
Psalm 100
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
Serve the Lord with gladness:
come before his presence with singing.
Know ye that the Lord, he is God:
it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
we are his people and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his
courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting;
and his truth endureth to all generations.
1 John 5:14-15
And this is the confidence that we have in him, that,
if we ask anything according to his will, he heareth us.
And if we know that he hear us, whatsoever we ask,
we know that we have the petitions that we desired of him.
THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD