Esta (para mim) é uma das melhores musicas/letras de sempre. Quem quiser ouvir pode faze-lo aqui para ouvi-la deves clicar em posts - chama-se:
The Prodigal Son Suite by Keith Green
I was done hoeing, out in the fields for the day, I was thinking of going, I had to leave right away, My life is just fading, and oh I felt so alone, The nearest young maiden was, a full days ride from home.
My father was reading, the holy books in his room, My heart was just bleeding, I knew I had to go soon, He smiled and pointed at an old wooden chair, I wanted to hold him, but then I just wouldn’t dare.
I said, father, there’s so much to know, There’s a world of things to see, And I’m ready to go and make a life for myself If you give me what is mine,I will go, if I can have your blessing, But if you wont bless my journey, I’m gonna leave anyway.
Son, I’ve always tried my best for you, And if you must be leaving home, then go with the blessing of god.
Not too many days later, I was well on my way, I met a traveling stranger, who seemed to have much to say, He told me tales of the city, and all the women he’d had, I asked him, wasn’t that sinful, He said, no, it isn’t that bad.
And then a few days later, on an old city road, We were drowning in laughter, and we had women to hold, And this went on quite a long time, my father gave me a lot, But when my pockets were empty, my friends all left me to rot.
Then a famine hit and drained the land, Everywhere I looked I saw starvation, and a job was nowhere to find, I wandered through the city streets, Competing for the food of common beggars, Until then I'd never known hunger, but now I wasn’t too proud.
I finally found some employment, feeding pigs on a farm, I wasn’t treated to kindly, I had to sleep in the barn, I had to eat with the swine, The bread I ate was like stone,
It didn’t take too much time until, I was dreaming of home. Oh, the servants there are better fed, If I could only have what my father gives them, I would truly need nothing more. Oh, I will go and say to him,I’m no longer worthy to be in your family, Will you take me as your servant, and let me live with them. It didn’t take too long to pack my things, I left with only what I wore, And I prayed that I still had a home.
I was near home, in site of the house, My father just stared, dropped open his mouth, He ran up the road, and fell to my feet, and cried, and cried,
Father I’ve sinned, heaven ashamed, I’m no longer worthy to wear your name, I’ve learned that my home is right where you are, Oh father, take me in.
Bring the best robe, put it on my son, Shoes for his feet, hurry put them on, This is my son who I thought had died, Prepare a feast for my sons alive, I’ve prayed and prayed, never heard a sound, My son was lost, oh thank you God he’s found, My son was dead and he’s now alive, Prepare a feast for my son’s alive, My son was dead, My son was lost, My son returned in the hands of god.
Contaram-me algumas peripécias que tem acontecido aos vencedores dos grandes prémios, tais como a lotaria, o totobola, o totoloto e agora mais recentemente o Euro Milhões... Desde o precisar de se esconder, o gastar tudo e ficar sem nada, o divórcio porque o dinheiro "subiu à cabeça" etc etc há de tudo um pouco... Afinal de contas, são muitas as preocupações na vida de um excêntrico...
"É melhor viver com pouco na vida, mas amar e obedecer a Deus, do que ser multimilionário e viver o dia-a-dia com aflições"
PS:a propósito: aquela ilha ( da foto) ...é minha! Fui eu que a comprei!
Uma bola de futebol... Nas minhas mãos vale uns cinco euros Nas mãos do Cristiano Ronaldo vale uns milhares Depende das mãos que a seguram.
Um microfone para cantar... Nas minhas mãos vale o que custou na loja Nas mãos dos "El Divo" vale muito, muito mais Depende das mãos que o seguram.
Uma raquete de tênis... Nas minhas mãos não tem uso algum. Nas mãos do Roger Federer o tornou o número 1 do mundo. Depende das mãos que a seguram.
Uma vara... Nas minhas mãos pode manter os animais afastados de mim. Nas mãos de MOISÉS abriu o Mar Vermelho. Depende das mãos que a seguram.
Uma funda... Nas minhas mãos é apenas um brinquedo. Nas mãos de DAVI tornou-se numa arma poderosa. Depende das mãos que a seguram.
Dois peixes e cinco pães... Nas minhas mãos pode ser o meu almoço Nas mãos de CRISTO alimentaram multidões. Depende das mãos que os seguram.
Pregos... Nas minhas mãos podem significar a construção de uma casa. Nas mãos de CRISTO significaram a SALVAÇÃO DO MUNDO. Depende das mãos que os seguram.
Como podes concluir agora, Tudo depende das mãos... Então, coloca as tuas preocupações, os teus sonhos, teus anseios, teus temores, tua fé, teus interesses, tua família, tua VIDA... Nas mãos de DEUS! Pois TUDO depende das mãos que os têm...