lifesong
Lead me Lord, lead me by the hand
And make me face the rising sun
Comfort me through all the pain
That life may bring
There's no other hope
That I can lean upon
Lead me Lord
Lead me all my life
Walk by me, walk by me across
The lonely road that I may face
Take my arms and let your hadn
Show me the way
Show the way to live inside your heart
All my days, all my life
You are my light
You're the lamb upon my feet
All the time my Lord
I need You there
You are my light I cannot live alone
Let me stay
By Your guiding love
All through my life
Lead me Lord
Lead me Lord
Even though at times
I'd rather go alone my way
Help me take the right direction
Take Your road Lead me Lord
And never leave my side
All my days
All my life
You are my light
You're the lamb upon my feet
All the time my Lord
I need You there
You are my light I cannot live alone
Let me stay By Your guiding love
All through my life
All through my days
Lead me, Oh Lord
Lead me Lord
Thursday, January 25, 2007
-1/25/2007 01:01:00 AM
i have at last perused every bit of Jane Eyre and it leaves me satisfied with a sad heart. melancholy to the fact that an enchanting adventure has now come to an end but completely content at the conclusion of such a colorful narrative. this masterpiece led me more to my belief.
kung para sa iyo, para sa iyo. i am, ever as before, poor at giving reviews on things i have fancied but i shall try to, at the very least, give a short description. Jane Eyre is of a woman struggling in a world where her principles and emotions clash intermittently. living strong yet with a benevolent soul. i admire her presence and her way of thinking. she lives in an era where women are supposed to be well rounded and submissive but she thrives with enlightened ideas and faculties considered rebellious at that time, i suppose. she has a calm soul that calls to God. and for all of this, she is truly a woman worthy of praise. :) C. Bronte's narrative has a hint of goth due to bits of supernatural occurences mentioned in it which i was fond of well after reading Walpole's Castle of Otranto way before.
after ending a pleasant travel with Ms. C. Bronte, i decided it was of a prolific advantage if i were to wait for Roddick and Federer's head on. i am still contemplating on whose side i'm going to bet my time on but i'm leaning towards the latter. hmmm.. this proves to be exciting. but not as much akin to the idea of choosing another book to devour. *evil laugh* :)
