So long as faith with freedom reigns
And loyal hope survives,
And gracious charity remains
To leaven lowly lives;
While there is one untrodden tract
For intellect or will,
And men are free to think and act,
Life is worth living still.
quote by Alfred Austin
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Is Life Worth Living?
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As Spring revives the year,
And hails us with the cuckoo's song,
To show that she is here;
So long as May of April takes,
In smiles and tears, farewell,
And windflowers dapple all the brakes,
And primroses the dell;
While children in the woodlands yet
Adorn their little laps
With ladysmock and violet,
And daisy-chain their caps;
While over orchard daffodils
Cloud-shadows float and fleet,
And ousel pipes and laverock trills,
And young lambs buck and bleat;
So long as that which bursts the bud
And swells and tunes the rill,
Makes springtime in the maiden's blood,
Life is worth living still.
Life not worth living! Come with me,
Now that, through vanishing veil,
Shimmers the dew on lawn and lea,
And milk foams in the pail;
Now that June's sweltering sunlight bathes
With sweat the striplings lithe,
As fall the long straight scented swathes
Over the crescent scythe;
Now that the throstle never stops
His self-sufficing strain,
And woodbine-trails festoon the copse,
And eglantine the lane;
Now rustic labour seems as sweet
As leisure, and blithe herds
Wend homeward with unweary feet,
Carolling like the birds;
Now all, except the lover's vow,
And nightingale, is still;
Here, in the twilight hour, allow,
Life is worth living still.
When Summer, lingering half-forlorn,
On Autumn loves to lean,
And fields of slowly yellowing corn
Are girt by woods still green;
When hazel-nuts wax brown and plump,
And apples rosy-red,
And the owlet hoots from hollow stump,
And the dormouse makes its bed;
When crammed are all the granary floors,
And the Hunter's moon is bright,
And life again is sweet indoors,
And logs again alight;
Aye, even when the houseless wind
Waileth through cleft and chink,
And in the twilight maids grow kind,
And jugs are filled and clink;
When children clasp their hands and pray
``Be done Thy heavenly will!''
Who doth not lift his voice, and say,
``Life is worth living still''?
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As there is wrong to right,
Wail of the weak against the strong,
Or tyranny to fight;
Long as there lingers gloom to chase,
Or streaming tear to dry,
One kindred woe, one sorrowing face
That smiles as we draw nigh:
Long as at tale of anguish swells
The heart, and lids grow wet,
And at the sound of Christmas bells
We pardon and forget;
So long as Faith with Freedom reigns,
And loyal Hope survives,
And gracious Charity remains
To leaven lowly lives;
While there in one untrodden tract
For Intellect or Will,
And men are free to think and act
Life is worth living still.
Not care to live while English homes
Nestle in English trees,
And England's Trident-Sceptre roams
Her territorial seas!
Not live while English songs are sung
Wherever blows the wind,
And England's laws and England's tongue
Enfranchise half mankind!
So long as in Pacific main,
Or on Atlantic strand,
Our kin transmit the parent strain,
And love the Mother-Land;
So long as in this ocean Realm,
Victoria and her Line
Retain the heritage of the helm,
By loyalty divine;
So long as flashes English steel,
And English trumpets shrill,
He is dead already who doth not feel
Life is worth living still.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Faith And Hope And Charity
Hope is forever dreaming
Faith is forever pure
While charity weighs up its lot
So its life it can endure.
Hope is forever youthful
Faith has no greying hair
While charity is ageless
So it is forever there.
For faith and hope and charity
Are of each of us a part
The measures there between them
Are what balances our heart.
poem by David Keig
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Adjustment
The tree of Faith its bare, dry boughs must shed
That nearer heaven the living ones may climb;
The false must fail, though from our shores of time
The old lament be heard, 'Great Pan is dead!'
That wail is Error's, from his high place hurled;
This sharp recoil is Evil undertrod;
Our time's unrest, an angel sent of God
Troubling with life the waters of the world.
Even as they list the winds of the Spirit blow
To turn or break our century-rusted vanes;
Sands shift and waste; the rock alone remains
Where, led of Heaven, the strong tides come and go,
And storm-clouds, rent by thunderbolt and wind,
Leave, free of mist, the permanent stars behind.
Therefore I trust, although to outward sense
Both true and false seem shaken; I will hold
With newer light my reverence for the old,
And calmly wait the births of Providence.
No gain is lost; the clear-eyed saints look down
Untroubled on the wreck of schemes and creeds;
Love yet remains, its rosary of good deeds
Counting in task-field and o'erpeopled town;
Truth has charmed life; the Inward Word survives,
And, day by day, its revelation brings;
Faith, hope, and charity, whatsoever things
Which cannot be shaken, stand. Still holy lives
Reveal the Christ of whom the letter told,
And the new gospel verifies the old.
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The Bridge Of Hope
Beyond the bridge of hope
lies the land of charity
and with a little faith
one day I may get there.
Where everything is equal
and shared equally the same.
Faith leads as we venture
on across the bridge of hope
and into the arms of charity.
Each day we may struggle
to keep our lives afloat
as we venture closer
to the bridge of hope.
10 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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Extension 33
Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once I was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, dont do it, its not worth it.
Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once I was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, dont tell him, itll kill you.
Im sad I didnt marry the blind man,
But whats a life with three blind children?
Im glad I never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.
Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once I was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now I have my pride and freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Faith, Hope And Charity
Within the dark gloomy night
three ladies with lanterns await
to guide us along the path
and lead us safely home.
The ladies are simply called
Faith, Hope and Charity.
Faith
is our faith we hold
as a bond so dear
that the good Lord
will guide us away
from the evil that we hear.
Hope
is that new beginning
that rises with the morning sun
that our day will be
filled with abundance
of joy, laughter and love
from dawn to dusk.
Charity
is for the helping hand
that we sometimes need,
but we also give
along our way home.
The hand we out stretch
to someone who has fallen along the way.
They are three sisters of mercy
that are always around,
the ones that show us the way
when we have fallen on rocky ground.
The three saviours in our life,
Faith, Hope and Charity.
3 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Humanities Long March To Freedom
simple words of faith love hope
may not be simple to clear write
long might be days nights writing
sacrifices necessary to give birth
to simple noble words on blank page
words to inspire faith love hope
words of ideals dreams sincerity
wonder reborn in blessings hoped
aspired to lantern lamps are lit
by day by night who will sage
come to honour to join illustrious
freedom marches in humanities
long march to freedom choices
long is the list of freedom lovers
come swell ranks seeking liberty
reclaim free will for own actions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love, Faith and Hope
Love is one identifying mark that sets Believers and others apart.
Men will know us from others when we have love one for another.
Love covers a multitude of sin, when you have Christ’s love within.
It was Christ’s love on the cross that covered the sins of the lost.
No greater love to comprehend than giving one’s life for a friend.
In His love, God did condescend, saving sinners like us, my friend.
We display the love of Christ, when we become a living sacrifice.
It’s a reasonable service to Him; As His Love washed away our sin.
If in your life you give God His place, He will then fill you with faith.
This Faith centers upon Him; as Christ turns you from a life of sin.
Faith becomes your foundation, the moment you receive Salvation.
Friend in your newly found Faith, you will be led by God’s Grace.
And friend your Faith is assured, as you put your Hope in The Lord,
Not in your life or other men but Hope in the One who God did send.
For Christ is The Hope of all men, He is The Beginning and The End,
As Christ is The Hope of certainty, that goes on well into Eternity.
My friend, Faith, Hope and Love, they are all gifts from God up above,
And if you glean from up above, you will see that the greatest is Love.
God’s Love produces in us a Faith that helps us point to God’s Grace.
Grace appeared to all then, and Christ remains The Hope of all men.
(Copyright ©12/2004)
Freedom Isn't Free...
Who says our freedom is free? Not Me.
True, We are freer than most, but not enough,
that we should boast.
Before you say Freedom is free, stop and count the cost
of all the lives lost,
Freedom isn't free, when there's killing in our streets.
Freedom isn't free, to the Soldier that is waiting to be shipped over seas.
Freedom isn't free, with the pain, he or she is feeling inside, with
the thought of having to leave they're loved one's behind, and
it hurts so bad that it brings them to their knees.
Freedom isn't free, when your living in uncertainty.
Freedom isn't free, having to say good-bye, to a loved one that
is going off to war.Freedom isn't free, to a soldier who is on the front lines, knowing he or she, could die anytime.
Freedom isn't free when your lying in bed,
waiting and wondering, if you'll ever see your loved ones alive again.
Freedom isn't free, when a little child crys in the night,
for his or her Mommy and Daddy, and they're not there to hold them close, and comfort them, and to ease their fears, and wipe away they're tears. And all those in all the other wars, and the lives that are still being lost at this very moment.
Do you still say Freedom is free?
Freedom isn't free, when a Soldier is wounded in battle.
When news reaches, Family and friends at home,
And their told that their Soldier is wounded far beyond repair,
The loss and pain felt can not compare.
Freedom isn't free, with all those many Soldiers that wished they
had died because of all the pain in their broken up bodies.
Freedom isn't free, when your lying in bed, and you hear that dreaded
tap on your door.And you pray to God that you were only having a bad dream.
Freedom isn't free when you open the door and listen to the
bugle play, and you feel a sudden chill.
Everything goes still.
Freedom isn't free, when there is a Flag being draped
over a coffin, of a Brother, Sister, or a friend.
Freedom isn't free, when you think of all the children,
of the mothers and the wives, of Fathers, sons and husbands, whose
lives have been interrupted.
Freedom isn't free, when you think about the graveyard at the
bottom of the sea, of the unmarked graves in Arlington.
Who say's Freedom is Free? Not Me!
Written 7/23/008
BY Nora Eason
poem by Nora Eason
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These three
Faith; hope; and loving-kindness;
these three surpass all worldly understanding:
all these await in human nature
as inclinations that are natural;
to be awakened by the grace
that ever waits within us:
as these arise, faith takes the precedence;
then follows, hope; itself precedes
the love, the charity, the loving-kindness;
yet if alas, disorder, dissolution intervene,
first, love is lost; then hope;
and last of all goes faith;
yet, when these come into their perfection,
greatest of all these, is love;
hope and faith are then the charity
which love may shower on the world around
circle on circle as the gentle rain from heaven.
*
[leaning on the writings of Josef Pieper]
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My heart yearns for freedom
Free my heart from the chains of my unfulfilled life
My life of living with no zeal for life
My life of living with a dead soul and a distorted mind
My life of breathing with no air to my lungs
Living life with no purpose is like living no life
Going with the flow of life with your heart resisting
Is like plunging in a burning fire with your eyes opened
I’m crying out loud to you the energies of the universe
With the hope that you’ll notice the sound I make
And that you will comprehend the motive behind my cry
I urge to be freed from the unhappiness that prevails within
My heart yearns to be freed from the suppression of its strength
From being denied its power of self-expression and actualisation
My soul cries for freedom to project its actual image to the outside
It demands that the chains be destroyed to allow it the well deserved freedom
Feed my hungry heart with its energy and its food for the soul
Invite life to my heart by granting it an opportunity to be itself
Activate my heart by releasing it from its chains of freedom
These chains comprise my insecurities and my fears
Untying the chains will loosen up these negative forces
Destroying these chains will destroy these enemies of my success
And will give me freedom that I desperately long for
Freedom to my heart is freedom to my being
Allowing my heart some freedom is giving life to my soul
Allowing my heart some freedom is granting me my true life
Give my heart its freedom and breathe air into my lungs.
poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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What Is Freedom?
When I ask myself what freedom means,
The answer's more complex than it seems;
So instead of explaining generally,
I'll try to say what it is for me…
Freedom's deciding to be happy
Though others around me may be snappy.
It's helping whoever is in need.
It's choosing charity over greed.
Freedom's walking in the rain,
Feeling each raindropp soothe my brain.
It's doing small things without a care
That other people wouldn't dare.
Freedom's unlocking the door to my past
With the strength and serenity I've found at last.
It's using courage to walk through fear.
It's loving Today while it's still here.
Freedom's being by the powerful sea
Or looking at beautiful scenery.
It's breathing fresh air, thanking God for my health.
It's thinking of nature, not about wealth.
Freedom's sleeping under the stars,
Hearing songs of the birds instead of the cars.
It's being content wherever I roam,
Whether travelling around or relaxing at home.
Freedom's being able to choose
To be satisfied, even when I lose.
It's about getting up when I fall down a drain,
Taking in a deep breath, and starting again.
When I ask myself if I am free
My heart cries out "Yes! " so gratefully.
I hope I feel free even when I am old:
My freedom's worth more to me than gold.
© 7th June 2008
poem by Melanie Ann Calvert
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Energetic and Gracious
I am energetic and gracious
I wonder why life isn't fair
I hear the hope of others
I see the valley of faith
I want peace in the world
I am energetic and gracious
I pretend that I am famous actress
I feel like the dead is speaking to me
I touch the desired of others
I worry when the world will end
I cry if my mother dies
I am energetic and gracious
I understand that people are not the same
I say that god is my leader
I dream to be president, doctor, actress, singer and a famous soccer player
I try to be who I am
I hope day we won't kill each other
I am energetic and gracious
Long Life
Baby , you told me your life is wrong
And theres no sense in seeing it through
But Ive got my eyes open all the time
And Ive been waiting for you
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
Im just a guy from outside your world
And theres no words that I can say
But Ive got a feeling that youre the girl
To take all my love and just run away
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears , take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
(break)
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
cause its a long life and well worth the living
A long life and well worth the living
Its a long life
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Gracious Good Shepherd
Gracious good shepherd
Do you really know who I am?
Gracious good shepherd
Will you answer when I call your name?
Gracious good shepherd
You can hear confusion crying out
Gracious good shepherd
What little faith I have I am ashamed
I visualize an angel
All freezing and bitter cold
I cannot believe the love there
What heavenly sacrifice
Gracious good shepherd
If you hear me now, I love you so
Gracious good shepherd
Why for me?
Gracious good shepherd
You say you love the lost born
Gracious good shepherd
I believe that one is me
Some tell me the virgin birth is
A beautiful ancient tale
But you tell me gods constellation
Led all to the living well
Gracious good shepherd
If you hear me now, I love you so
Gracious good shepherd
Why, why for me?
Gracious good shepherd
Do you really know who I am?
Gracious good shepherd
Will you answer when I call your name?
Gracious good shepherd
These are different times, Im sure you see
Gracious good shepherd
We need, you now
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Charity
Charity begins at home,
Love begins in the womb,
Hope is the mind that lives at peace always.
The bud opens,
The flower blossoms,
Charity envies not;
So, let no man despise your youth and beauty.
A kiss of charity,
Like a true proverb;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness.
When the Almond Tree blossoms,
Charity is full of love;
So is this muse that flows to teach many.
Let all your things be done with charity,
Charity is very kind;
Let all your dreams be with love,
Charity edifies;
And, be very wise always.
Do not let charity pass you by,
Gain your hope from your gift;
Cos', it will always lead you on.
Charity begins at home,
So compare her actions rooted in your yard;
Charity out of a pure heart is full of kindness,
So compare her acts ruling in the year;
Charity envies no one.
The love of a muse,
The love of the acts;
Charity begins at home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Freedom Or Queen
LAND where the banners wave last in the sun,
Blazoned with star-clusters, many in one,
Floating o'er prairie and mountain and sea;
Hark! 't is the voice of thy children to thee!
Here at thine altar our vows we renew
Still in thy cause to be loyal and true,--
True to thy flag on the field and the wave,
Living to honor it, dying to save!
Mother of heroes! if perfidy's blight
Fall on a star in thy garland of light,
Sound but one bugle-blast! Lo! at the sign
Armies all panoplied wheel into line!
Hope of the world! thou'hast broken its chains,--
Wear thy bright arms while a tyrant remains,
Stand for the right till the nations shall own
Freedom their sovereign, with Law for her throne!
Freedom! sweet Freedom! our voices resound,
Queen by God's blessing, unsceptred, uncrowned!
Freedom, sweet Freedom, our pulses repeat,
Warm with her life-blood, as long as they beat!
Fold the broad banner-stripes over her breast,--
Crown her with star-jewels Queen of the West!
Earth for her heritage, God for her friend,
She shall reign over us, world without end!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Freedom Now
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping soo hed die
That his body and spirit would waste away
And soon after that his mind
But every day is born a fool
One who thinks that he can rule
One who says tomorrows mine
One who wakes one day to find
The prison doors open the shackles broken
And chaos in the street
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
Everybody sing were free free free free
They throwed him in jail
And they kept him there
Hoping his memoryd die
That the people forget how he once led
And fought for justice in their lives
But every day is born a man
Who hates what he cant understand
Who thinks the answer is to kill
Who thinks his actions are gods will
And he thinks hes free free free free
Yes he thinks hes free free free free
He thinks hes free free free free
Soon must come the day
Whe the righteous have their way
Unjustly tried are free
And people live in peace I say
Give the man release
Go on and set your conscience free
Right the wrongs you made
Even a fool can have his day
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Free our bodies free our minds
Free our hearts
Freedom for everyone
And freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Freedom now
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
Let us all be free free free free
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Indomitable Spirit
INDOMITABLE SPIRIT
Melvin Banggollay
N-inoy is jailed yet never conquered
His body has been put in a dungeon
Sealed with much pains so unheard
But still His spirit soared out of oblivion.
I got no army with powers truly feared
Nor with flickering gold of the nation
I got only an indomitable spirit unaltered
With hope and faith to die for freedom
N-inoy died fighting for our freedom
Not with goons and power of guns
But with his indomitable faith as a man
Willing to die to restore our freedom.
O-ut of his enjoyable life in Boston’s land
He journeyed back for our freedom
Even the hiss of death is really at hand
he fighted his fear to die for our freedom.
Y-ou and I and the whole eyes of nations
Witnessed the lamb of our dear freedom
Calmly faced his death without hesitation
With a bullet from fool soldiers’ arms.
They killed this young honorable man
But they can never kill the spirit of freedom
Within this man that always lives beyond
Inspiring us to fight and die for freedom.
He was the lamb of the Filipino’s freedom
Who offered his life to wake up everyone
That no one man can decide the fate of a land
For a nation’s fate lives in everybody’s hand.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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Set Me Free
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're Mother Nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
your little secret will be safe with me
around again insane again
it somes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
Your kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind,
metabolizin' everything that you see
but now and then or a little later
now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again insane again
she comes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
so set me free
set me free
'cuase I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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