I shall be away for a short working trip, still courtesy of “the land that sings” – the land that has just celebrated its birthday. When I am back home, the birthday of my own country would be nearly over.
Like previous year, Chris has still wanted to have a flag flying high in our car. Last night, we were still talking over it. He asked how much a small flag cost. I said I don’t know. He asked, “We can’t afford the smallest of the flags?”
The punchline is still – The flag flies in my heart, the way it should.
I also recall when I talked to a good friend of her Merdeka thoughts just two days ago in Kuching. She said, “The country has not given me anything.”
What desperation. What disappointments.
Many feel so – what has the country given us?
Indeed, many things have happened that broke the hearts of many of us. Does the flag really still fly high in our hearts?
What has the country done for me? Or what can we do for the country?
Desiring neither power nor money, but desiring only the good of the country, coming together to work for it.
Can we do it?
Bless this house, Oh Lord we pray
Make it safe by night and day
Bless these walls so firm and stout
Keeping want and trouble out
Bless the roof and chimneys tall
Let thy peace lie over all
Bless this door that it may prove
Ever open to joy and love
Bless these windows shinning bright
Letting in God’s heavenly light
Bless the hearth, a-blazing there
With smoke ascending like a prayer
Bless the people here within
Keep them pure and free from sin
Bless us all that we may be
Fit Oh Lord to dwell with thee
Bless us all that we, oneday, may dwell
Oh Lord, we pray.