SONG OF PRAISE
You are enthroned on highYou reign above the stars
You are robed in majestyWho can challenge your dynasty?
You dwell amidst gloryYours is a never ending story
You put on the garment of lightI’m tripped by your power and might
You are high up thereWe are low down here
Yet you dwell in the heart of menAlmost like Daniel in the lion’s den
What then do we give?Apart from how we live
More than substance, we give our lastAll our troubles, to you we cast
Rarer that silver, rarer than goldBrighter and brighter, your glory unfolds
And once again, with sincerity of heartI declare to men, you are enthroned on high.
Heartbreak and heartache daily surround usEarthquakes of the ancient have laid their marks on usNo longer do the young bury their oldNo longer from our lips do truths unfoldMen cease to dream, for to them hope is lostWomen arise in tow but simply can’t bear the costThe nations are in uproarCorruption on the increaseThe soldiers have grown weak, the warriors have lost heartWho then will bear the cost of the destinies of our children yet unborn?When the hope of man seems hopelessAnd the tears of children are always heardTales of woes and songs of foesThe fire burns and we feel the heatBut NO, NO, NO,We choose to believeOf a hope yet untoldAnd a story yet unsoldFor in the midst of the madness, we face the uncertainty of life and with the eyes of FAITH we dare to take a glimpse at tomorrow and alasALL WILL BE WELL!
Once upon a time, in the age of life,There was a girl whose name was Destiny.She lived on
Great street.Her time had come and she had to shine,So she went into the world to buy some light,But on the road of truth,She met a man, his name was deceit.‘Your journey seems so far’ he says, I know a shorter route.‘Tell me then, that I may be on my way’ she answersFor her time had come, and shine she must!And so he leads her, through the route of mistakes,This short route, isn’t so short after allThe night had come and they had to wait,So off they go, into the house of delaySuddenly the door is locked, she is trapped in,With no where to go and no light to shine,She realizes her fate, and is remorseful for her hasteIn the process of time, she had almost given up,But the desire to shine kept nudging her on.‘There must be a way out’ the tiny voice sings.Then and there, she sees it, a crack on the wallWith a lot of effort, she pushes her way through,And though the pain cost her, this is something she must doFor she was born to win, and that no man can steal!