As A Tree My Sin Stands To

Can Anything Be Sadder Than Work Left Unfinished? Yes, Work Never Begun.

O Passing Angel, Speed Me With A Song, A Melody Of Heaven To Reach My Heart And Rouse Me To The Race And Make Me Strong.

My Heart Is Breaking For A Little Love

For I Am Bound With Fleshly Bands, Joy, Beauty, Lie Beyond My Scope; I Strain My Heart, I Stretch My Hands, And Catch At Hope.

Flowers Preach To Us If We Will Hear.