HeaVENS EyEs _ II

For YOU YelloWB

" A single Thread in a tapestry
Though its color brightly shine
Can never see its purpose
In the pattern of the grand design

And the stone that sits on the very top
Of the mountain's mighty face
Does it think it's more important
Than the stones that form the base?

So how can you see what your life is worth
Or where your value lies?
You can never see through the eyes of man
You must look at your life

Look at your life through heaven's eyes
Lai-la-lai...

A lake of gold in the desert sand
Is less than a cool fresh spring
And to one lost sheep, a sheperd boy
Is greater than the richest king
If a man lose ev'rything he owns
Has he truly lost his worth?
Or is it the beguinning
Of a new and brighter birth?

So how can you measure the worth of man
In wealth or strengh or size?
In how much he gained or how much he gave?
The answer will come
The answer will come to him who tries
To look at his life through heaven's eyes

And that's why we share all we have with you
Though there's little to be found
When all you've got is nothing
There's a lot to go around

No life can escape being blown about
By the winds of chance and chance
And though you never know all the steps
You must learn to join the dance
You must learn to join the dance
Lai-la-lai...

So how do you judge what a man is worth
By what he builds or buys?
You can never see with yours eyes on hearth
Look through heaven's eyes
Look at your life
Look at your life
Look at your life through heaven's eyes!"

from "The prince of Egypt" soundtrack
Brian Stokes Mitchell
Produced by Gavin Greenaway

wait
Desperately, Helplessly, Longingly I cried: Quietly, Patiently, Lovingly God replied.
I Pled and I wept for a clue to my fate and the master so gently said
"Child, you must WAIT."
"Wait you say, wait,"
my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need an answers.
I need to know why! Is your hand shortened, or have you not beard?
By faith I have asked and am claiming your word.
My future and all to which I can relate hangs in the balance and YOU tell me to Wait?
I'm needing a "Yes" a go-ahead sign, or even a "No" to which I can resign. And Lord, you promised that if we believe we need but to ask and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking and this is my cry :
I'm weary of asking I need a reply."
Then quietly, softly I learned of my fate as my master replied once again,
"You must wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut and grumbled to God,
"So I'm waiting for what?" He seemed then to kneel,
and his eyes wept with mine, and he tenderly said,
"I could give you a sign, I could shake the heavens and darken the sun,
I could raise the dead, cause the mountains to run. All you seek I could give.
And pleased you would be; You would have what you want,
BUT YOU wouldn't know me. You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint; you'd not know the power that I give to the faint, you'd not learn to see through clouds of despair, you'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there; you'd not know
the joy of resting in me when darkness and silence were all you could see; you would never experience that fullness of love as the peace of my spirit descends like a dove; you would know that I give and save, for a start, but you'd not know
the depth of the beat of my heart, the glow of my comfort; late in the night, the faith that I give when you wait without sight, the depth that's beyond getting just what you asked of an infinite God, Who makes what you have last. You never would know, should your pain quickly flee, what it means that "my grace is sufficient for thee!" Yes, your dreams for that loved one overnight could come true, but oh the loss, if I lost what I'm doing in you! So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see that the greatest of gifts is to get to know me. And though oft may my answers seem terribly late: my precious answer of all is still
"WAIT."


Author Unknown

12th Oct '05 - DTS - The 4th Wall - Brighton - UK - Teacher Paul

enCoNtRaR

Ando em arumações, escolhas e montagens de tudo o que
há por casa (depois mostro por aqui fotografias do que
já montei desde dia 1 de Novembro;] ) ... e no meio de 1 monte de papeis encontrei 1 papel com a minha letra com o seguinte escrito..fui à procura de quem era e aqui está:

« Some men see things as they are and say, "Why?"
I dream of things that never were and say, "Why not?" »

George Bernard Shaw, taken from Edward Kennedy's eulogy
at Robert Kennedy funeral in 1968. Read and listen to it here.
I FOUND THIS HERE

O engraçado é que a versão que tinha era 1 bocadinho diferente:
"Some see things as they are and say why?
I dream of things that never were and say when?"