Liberty consists in the freedom to do everything which injures no one else; hence the exercise of the natural rights of each man has no limits except those which assure to the other members of the society the enjoyment of the same rights. – Marquis de Lafayette
Have no doubt, you're allowed to question. We're allowed to ask anything, no hesitation. Hannah did when she was childless and in sorrow. She learned well to hold on to her tomorrow.
Heavens above and sweet mercy mild, Pain was inevitable without her child. Every life travels through troubles found, But we are defined by keeping our hearts sound.
Sometimes, even without any good reason, We travel through a rough season. Sometimes, our troubles bring us to purity As our trust in God becomes our surety.
We can hold on through these things, And be afflicted with what that brings. Or we can hold on to our pain, Knowing that, absent processing, we are chained.
Promises and holy covenants define our intention To be lived out within Biblical convention. Remember that a promise made is a promise to be kept, Memorialized in all the tears a mother has wept.
In dark times, we think about our torments. We know we make the difference between moments and movements. Vows made to God are marks of holiness or sin. Such is the way between man's God and fallen men.
We're on our knees, praying for intercession. We come in prayer seeking God's intercession. Invited to pour it all out from our souls, After all, it's Holy God who is in control.
Wherever we are, there He always is, too. Ever ready to listen to me and to you. We ask for the Lord's helpful preference As we strive to live our lives in reverence.
We pour our troubles out before they leak out. All of our anger, sorrow, and darkest doubt. We give to the Lord what we can't carry. And though we are wary, we dare not tarry.
Prayer is the mercy by which we are tasked, While finding difficulty in what is asked. But there is no substitute for our prayer. We learn to speak to our God, who is always there.
God doesn't heed vocabulary; He prefers integrity. Where He is needed, He listens intensely. Hannah's situation led to the birth of Samuel. It is in God's timing that we learn to be still.
God has a distinct ability to work for our good. This is true whether or not we have understood. We are stewards of all that God has readily given In our temporary passage of living as forgiven.
With open hands, we humbly live with gratitude. This is how we live in grace with the right attitude. We must entrust God with all that we live and are. This is the Holy path that will carry us far.
Every page in the Bible tells us of Christ's rising. Perhaps that truth should not be so surprising. Trusting in God allows us to rest in His authority, As Christians, we live fully n our vulnerability.
Processing all of our pain moves us to be where God wants us to be; God Himself is there. All of our burdens can be delivered to His feet, And in His love, we will never know true defeat.
“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.” – Agatha Christie
“Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.“– Proverbs 31:28-29
Folks deflect, saying it doesn't matter, Even as it seems they feel their world shatter. It can be inane, like only so much chatter. Maybe it stops them from acting like a Mad Hatter.
Even in the rain, their tears reveal their lies. It has spared no one when it's seen in their eyes. There are some things in life worth fighting for, Like civilization, love, children, and something more.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
When it comes down to a swindled responsibility, There is no choice but to turn it up capably. It may be a trick to play off the other's vanity, The vain succumb to their own sensitivity.
Reich Chancellor Goering took the witness stand With the haughtiness of assuming full command. He felt victory was there in his reach - A conclusion that history would not teach.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
For all the tomfoolery of the SS and SA, In any and all of their functions put to play, Goering spoke of the necessity of brutality, And Justice Jackson refuted this quite ably.
Taking lands as a matter of right and consternation, Goering rested this on a matter of self-determination. A right that the party had taken away from the start. Horribly final in the solution of a corrupted heart.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
After all the deaths of millions in camps and at war, Goering testified that he would have followed Hitler more. Even human monsters wish to be seen for their humanity. There's something more to this than simple vanity.
There are no excuses for his guilt in its enormity. There is no resemblance between him and normality. Hanged by the neck until their last and final death, None was repentant of their evil until their last breath.
When the feelings shout like a kick in the teeth, And you can't stumble for fear you'll fall from grief. There is nothing left but to go and win life's war. Sometimes the best move is to kick in the door.
“The human being who lives only for himself finally reaps nothing but unhappiness. Selfishness corrodes. Unselfishness ennobles, satisfies.” – B.C. Forbes
It isn't much of a choice An artist must feel their voice. Of course, money means something, But it's in no way everything.
It's better to go down in glory Than to never live one's story. The fight is the undivided soul Against the Collective's need for control.
Plugging in to the band had found Music must be music, pound for pound. A poet must write what he must write. It matters little who else thinks he's right.
The critics take it snip for snip, When the decision is made to be tragically unhip. Always thoughtful to tell their story, The people's band rises to full glory.
Drinking the milk of calloused paradise, And daring to rage against empty advice. An artist will form their own reality, Whether by accident or somewhat formally.
Forging creativity closer to the heart, The blacksmiths of rock grab it from the start. It's always down to the musical groove. There's a need to feel, but maybe not improve.
More of that which only seems the same, Played out to the ends of the game. A manic experiment in sonic chemistry. It's a matter of strength and intensity.
To write about what makes you reach, The song teaches as the singer starts to preach. Some songs write themselves without a chart. That's when you know the Muse is in your heart.
Rocking and edging to the point of mistake, It disrupts the rhythm with a lead break. There is so much love that we need to make, Until the outside world starts to shake.
The making of modern music molds the moo. In sophisticated waves that don't intrude. Seamless, the rhythms are a secret mix, And at last, there is nothing to fix.
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent.” – Calvin Coolidge
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along