quarta-feira, 16 de junho de 2010

Lord, You're Holy

Danielle Cristina

Lord You’re Holy
Lord You’re Holy
And we lift You up
And magnify Your Name (2x)

I look around and I see
All the works Your hands have made
The awesomeness of You
And how Your love will never fail
Mere words cannot express what I feel
inside
I can’t describe Your glory divine
But as a token of my love
This is what I’ll do
I lift my hands and cry

CHORUS (2x)
Lord, You’re Holy
Lord, You’re Holy
And we lift You up
And magnify Your Name

There’s not enough words that I can say
To tell You how much I appreciate
All the wonderful things You’ve given me
Your loving kindness
And Your tender mercies
It’s my desire to praise You
And tell you how much I love You
'Cause You’re worthy of all, all the glory
And You’re worthy of all the praise
BRIDGE
I don’t know why
You would love me
Why would You show me
So much mercy
Why You would suffer and die for me
Way back, way back on Calvary
But I gonna thank you, Lord
Somebody help me thank Him (I thank you)
My heart cries and say (I thank you)
And I give You all the praise (I thank you)
Because You are...

TAG (3x)
Wonderful, Glorious, Holy, and Righteous
Victorious, Conqueror, Triumphant and
Mighty. Healer, Deliverer, Shield and Defense
Strong Tower and My Best Friend
Omnipotent, Omnipresent
Soon Coming King
Alpha and Omega, Lord of everything
Holy, holy, holy is Your Name
Holy...My God is Holy
Holy...The angels cry "Holy"
Holy is Your Name!
Holy...My God is Holy
Holy...You are so Holy Lord, so Holy!
Holy is Your Name!

sábado, 14 de novembro de 2009

News

Vaccine against AIDS of a group from USP is the first to target fixed pieces os HIV

Scientists Medicine College of University of USP are developing a vaccine against to HIV, the virus of AIDS, based in a plan, only tested in Brazil. The draw of HIVBr18 is the only that target regions of the virus that no get mutations. With the identification those fixed target, the brazilian vaccine can to arrive to be more effective than the others vaccine of medical studies.

quarta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2009

Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett's Biography

Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett was born in Manchester, England, in 1849. When she was sixteen, her family went to the USA, and made their home in Knoxville, Tennessee. There, she began to write stories for magazines, because her family was poor and needed the money. She married in 1873, but went on writing, and her first novel, That Lass o’ Lowrie’s, came out in 1877. After that came more stories for adults and children, but in 1886 she wrote Little Lord Fauntleroy, and this book made her famous. Her next famous book was Sara Crewe (1888), and this came out as a longer story called A Little Princess in 1905. It was made into a film in 1939, with Shirley Temple as Sara, and another successful film came out in 1995. There has also been a television film of the story.

Frances Hodgson Burnett was a very popular writer in her time. She often came back to visit England, but she died in the USA in 1924, in a beautiful house on Long Island.

sábado, 31 de outubro de 2009

Movie

My name's Radio

The movie speaks about a young man with disability. At first he was sad, was quit and had no friends. He lived with his mother. He liked to see the train American Football. Radio knew the coach American Football and began take part of the train and he soon made friends. The coach liked Radio, but when he went to the school some people didn't like his, they had prejudice. But after they learned to live together with Radio. Everybody began to like his. Twenty six years later Radio become the coach American Football.

Fashion tips

Fashion Trends Summer 2010 in Brazil

-Colors: blue, green, yellow, red and purple.

-Long dresses or short dresses with sandals.

-Colorful, with flowers dresses.

-Belt on the dresses.

-A Summer with light, soft and colorful clothes without the exaggeration of the winter.

Book

Title: A Little Princess
Author: Frances Eliza Hodgson Burnett

Sara was a very rich little girl. She was born in India. When she was with seven years old, she and her father went to the England. Ralph Crewe, Sara’s father, brought her to Miss Minchin’s school and he went back to India. Sara got very sad at first, but she soon made friends at school.

Miss Minchin got very pleased with Sara, because Sara’s father was very rich and Miss Minchin liked girls with rich fathers, because it was good for the school and good for she, too.

Ermengarde was Sara’s best friend and Sara helps her with her lessons because Ermengarde was not clever, but was a good friend.

Lavinia was an older girl. Before Sara come, Lavinia was the richest and the most important girl in the school, but Sara’s father was richer than Lavinia’s father. So now Sara was more important than Lavinia, and Lavinia did not like that.

But on Sara eleventh birthday, she got a terrible news from India. Sara’s father put all his money into his friend diamond mines, but his friend ran way with all money Sara’s father and Sara’s father was ill and when he heard about this, he got worse and dead and Sara was has no family, no home and not a penny in the world.

Miss Minchin put Sara to work as servant-girl and put her to live in the attic. Sara was always hungry and dirty.

Backy was other servant-girl who worked with Sara. Backy became Sara’s friend.

But sometime later Sara's father's friend came to find Sara e met her, brought her to live with he, and Backy too.

Every day, they had a warm room, nice dress and good things to eat.
Sara was a princess then and she’s a princess now!

terça-feira, 27 de outubro de 2009

Poetry

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare