A Human Life Is A Story Told

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

It Was Clear To Me, As I Glanced Back Over My Earlier Life, That A Loving Providence Watched Over Me, That All Was Directed For Me By A Higher Power.

To Move, To Breathe, To Fly, To Float, To Gain All While You Give, To Roam The Roads Of Lands Remote, To Travel Is To Live.

Sharp Knives Seemed To Cut Her Delicate Feet, Yet She Hardly Felt Them, So Deep Was The Pain In Her Heart. She Could Not Forget That This Was The Last Night She Would Ever See The One For Whom She Had Left Her Home And Family, Had Given Up Her Beautiful Voice, And Had Day By Day Endured Unending Torment, Of Which He Knew Nothing At All. An Eternal Night Awaited Her.

A Human Life Is A Story Told By God.